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Little Dyke Lake - Nova Scotia
Lily pads are scattered as green flakes in reckless abandon from my fibreglass bow their green diameters hide under the push of visiting waves...
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Mother Of Healing
Mother Of Healing by Paul McCann Mother of healing we offer up to you everyday those who are unwell and in need of our prayer . Mother of healing...
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I Am a Feather
soaring in the wind – from BC’s Sulphur Mountain I sprint one thermal to another claiming height as my mentor- the tallest of coniferous surrenders...
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Keeping things nice
Not personal! “Sugar and spice and all things nice”. – that’s the life for me! nothing unpleasant, all my own choice, no heeding of any authority …...
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The Hitman -Chapter 5
The Hitman Chapter 5 A Picking Of Victims The corrugated ripples on the water reflected the blue sky up above. Harry and Jo sat in the boat as it...
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Grace and Joseph
Grace and Joseph silent messages spanned the infinity keeping Grace Gifford, spinster, (rumoured ‘with child’) and Joseph Mary Plunkett, bachelor, of...
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The Pub Singer
.\ “The Pub Singer ” By Paul McCann All the boys from the rail always drink in Moss Vale, in this pub where singing’s not allowed . Then this man at...
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Anyway
Thinking about writing a Bill Bryson type travel log about where I have been for the last thirty years, problem is I can't remember about it I know...
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Custodian of Flavours
Squinting eyes open the valve of time’s cycle as a morning sun brightens into life a drop of one foot then another upon the floor – like a threat of...
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Rise With Me!
Under louring clouds in Northern towns. The mothers queue in Tuesday's food banks. Pasta again, to last till Friday. A man with no legs. Is "Fit to...
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55th Wedding Anniversary
Today would've been Mom and Dad's 55th anniversary if they had lived. They were married on September 25, 1965. Dad was seventeen (almost eighteen) at...
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Pandemics kill poets
... and Other Poems
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Sept 25th entry Living in the time of Corona
Friday, September 25, 2020 It is a brilliant Fall day in WNY. Temps are in the high seventies. We drove South on Rte.#219 to Ellicottville today. The...
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Fever
My mind sets fire to us Incinerates all Scribbles vivid suggestions Sends messages to Trust nothing that you say. My heart, meanwhile Sits knitting...
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Descend
A t first , I was only half, the other half as in a mirror’s reflection , which always remains inside a groping, a secret, Yes, once I was half...
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"The Other Half is a B-Movie Screenplay" [Mister Martínez Part 32]
And the whole of this is... Image source needpix.com : image creator Lernestorod (pixabay.com) CC.2.0
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to an absent loved one in a time of plague
to an absent loved one in a time of plague we will sit in my garden again gazing into the silted pond spotting crested newts and water boatmen maybe...
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Our Father Who Art...
As a child I lay my knees to rest before Thy mighty name as I do now and bare my soul asking once more – forgiveness thankful for so many blessings...
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iCook
iCook it would be so much easier to get a take-away after all cooking is such a dangerous game and whatever happened to womens liberation i’m wearing...
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Calban Attempts To Experience Life More Fully (Ch.18): Part 3: Section 2
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Calban has journeyed across the City to this dark and less inhabited area, where he hopes to find companionship and solutions to some of his problems. He needs courage to go where he has never been before. This is part of my 'Marta City and Gallanol In The Modern Age' novel, set in a futuristic world quite similar to our own. This is the second section of this part, describing the outcome of his expedition.
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