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Eleanor

Eleanor I’m rooted now in mud-flat-land this estuary is not home nor my chosen place to raise a family - but I rolled the dice and fate decided amen...
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Midnight Ocean

Late night poeming.

A wave crashes

Step On

Final score

Da da, da da, da da, da da, da da da da da, da daaaaaa...
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Four week month

" "It's A Man's Man's Man's World"
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Corona Log Entry Nov. 23,2020

Monday, November 23, 2020 It is a cool and foggy morning here in SW Florida. A welcome cold-front is delivering colder air to us. We stopped by a...

One of those days

It felt that there was no way to hide the mix feelings of anger, betrayal and even hate slow-cooking in her eyes and so she decided to keep her gaze...

08.2 Dhekunu Mala

By now they dropped a Styrofoam box into the brook and attached a rope to pull it up and down so they could cross without getting wet. Habib carried...

The Kings Crown

. The Kings Crown By Paul McCann The queen of sorts had nothing to wear , She sold the king a chair . The King gave to her his crown instead she put...

Monday

. Monday By Paul McCann All over the world today Monday came as the sun arose. The weekend was gone and people returned to work I suppose . Another...
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"Pow! Pow!"

Trigger warning. Once upon a time, children pretended to play with guns... Image source www.picturesofengland.com Photographer ED, No known copyright issues.
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Golden Memories: The Mysterious Implements

I had a rather fiery love-hate relationship with my mother, so when I returned home from the town where I worked, I was often shown the door. When...
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when these sour days are ended

when these sour days are ended we who have met, but fleetingly, and are kept apart will meet we who dare not speak of love forged in late night calls...
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Rumbled Block Paving

The cat lies dreaming 'mongst the moss on a driveway leeching petrichor tendrils to tingle a rust-pimple on the aged exhaust pipe of the exhausted...

08.1 Dhekunu Mala

Habib rolled through the arch over the stone pathway and parked by the front door. He heard a noise like a wet towel slapped on stone during wash...

This Christmas

This Christmas - by Paul McCann Each Christmas comes and each Christmas goes and all we have are those twenty four hours to celebrate and fill our...

Without You

. Without You By Paul McCann Without You the rain would not fall and we couldn’t quench our thirst Without You we would never know there is an end...

Mother Of Response

. Mother Of Response By Paul McCann Mother of response I lift up my voice to you and rejoice You were given the grace of divine choice Mother of...

Golden Memories: The Rich Friend

Although there were a few exceptions, most of our motorbike gang lived on the local council estates. In the 1970's these had often degenerated into...
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what we did on our holiday, November 87

'what we did on our holiday, November 87' God helps three kinds of people: fools, children, and drunkards – we were two of the three. we were on a...

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