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Wild Rose …
pink blush of beauty climbing the hedges … fragile, fleeting ….
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Forgive Me for Falling Through the Stars
The air is chilling from crisp April rain and the scent of blooming flowers; pastel pinks, blues, and purples paint the sky. I watch Daniel move...
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Blue Smoke
Did anyone ask me if I wanted this? No, they bloody well didn’t. And if they had, I’d have said to them, you can keep it mate. Not interested. I’ve...
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Remember How We Used to Play
in the upper atmosphere in the vertical climb in the sky above the clouds remember how we used to play in the nautical dusk along the radians of...
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Backyard Wonder
Walking, walking, the green and the blue; Opal skies and damp cold dew. Calls from the heavens, luminosity from ambitions nothing out here requires...
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A world without birdsong
A world without birdsong. Can one imagine such a thing? A life without nature's voice to sing. The wind would have no wings, the hills would feel no...
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11.2 Gadu Badu
A large community stayed back in the islands. They grew desperate and sentiments towards the central government heard. Trouble was brewing. On 30 th...
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Momma - Remember?
The morning coming home from waitressing and your band of monkeys stirring- you chased us to the bedroom with fly-swatter swings trying to make a...
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The Weigh Bridge Market Men
. The Weigh Bridge Market Men By Paul McCann The weigh bridge market men were a rare breed indeed . A penny in their hand was the price of a feed ...
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A Musical Mural In Hackney
. A Musical Mural In Hackney By Paul McCann I was waiting for a bus in Hackney and lifted my eyes to the sky. I was so surprised and delighted with...
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Milestones At Maldon Bridge Road
. Milestones At Maldon Bridge Road By Paul McCann There’s a Boral cement site on the Maldon Bridge Road that promotes zero harm and uses a moral code...
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Clementine and her Stalker, Chapter Three continued
After we’d settled into the carriage – first class of course – Clem seemed to be intent on punishing her father in every conceivable way, I was drawn...
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reflections on 'Billy Liar'
reflections on Billy Liar why can’t I be happy like Julie Christie stepping from that lorry cab carefree - hair swinging loose to a background jazzy...
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Golden Memories: The Office
Most of my peer groups were full of weird characters. Whether students or hippies this was the case, and it was probably more important to our...
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Radio Times
A polyphonic spectrum of melody and sound, a rhapsody of composition, a toccata in fugue. Aural symphony, timpani, Marconi’s dream retold, Wireless...
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Merry Christmas, Mom - Part VIII
You died and it's something that I don't like to remember. You won't be with me again on the 25th of December. Nine Christmases ago was the last...
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How Harper Lee helped me to gain admission to Harvard's Creative Writing MFA
‘The only time I ever came close to Jesus was the calm after her orgasm.’ This was the first line in my portfolio of stories. During lockdown, I...
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angelica (after reading Onemorething's beautiful poem)
Reality is a trap. In this garden no sun warms. Underground, worms squirm in a rootless world as tongues before words. But then, there, at the back,...
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The Late Sean Connery
He was a great actor but now he's gone. He starred in seven movies as James Bond. Connery was awesome in every role that he played. He gave a...
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A Place for Someone
She knows because she is woman her instincts old as the hills an inheritance of the antique kind bold & beautiful until the end of time her faith...
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