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Poem of the week

Before Maps Were Made

Before maps were made, no one strayed from straight lines from the cradle to their graves. But everyone knew the old ways. Winter rimed minds and the...
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Taking Care 6 (i)

It didn't take me long to settle down into the job and become a respected team member at the day centre. It was the same at Remus Lodge, too. I was...
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How much is still left

This is the end of the world, she thinks. This is the worst thing that could happen to me. I should never have started. I should instead have taken a...

1:5:5 Forgotten (Part 4)

Back out in the ‘open’ air, they felt themselves decompress. The compound looked a lot different to how it had during their arrival; the light more...

Rose within the ashes

An attempt at female rage (originally posted on Medium and re uploaded here). The Relunctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche (1866)
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A Toe Dipped In the Stream of Self-Consciousness

Good luck with this one. Image made by me at Canva.com
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Story of the week

The Big End

There are phrases that have the capacity to chill the soul, to bring on a great and impenetrable darkness, words that can instantly snuff out stars...
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What is Autism? A brief guide...

This week, I and some peers began our second year of delivering 'autism' workshops to 4th-year medical students at the local university...
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Parcel for You.. - Part 34

Later that night, in the moments just before Spencer fell into his standby sleeping mode, Vanessa felt overwhelmed with curiosity about his encounter...
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HER ETERNAL MOTHER

HER ETERNAL MOTHER I sat nursing the drink, rolling the glass in my hand, seeing the bubbles forming in it and took a sip. I was a mediocre writer,...
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Bedtime Stories

Bedtime Stories Bedtime stories started with a parent clutching dog-eared worn tomes; fantasies, illusions to hold children in awe. Tales told after...
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Spirit of The Streets

Spirit of The Streets by Paul McCann The rain pelted down like steel rivets upon the red rooves of the single decker buses in Smirkers Street bus...
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A Place Where Dreams Come True

A Place Where Dreams Come True by Paul McCann They met in a dream on a staircase and went separate ways in their search for the door to get away...

An Awful Inconvenience

An Awful Inconvenience By Paul McCann Its early Sunday morning and the bells of the Church are ringing through the town . A solitary figure appears...

Crisp Spring Australian Air

Stepping out from our winter cocoon We feel elated by the smell of Fresh Crisp air which sweeps past our woolly hat Which hides our tousled hair. Oh...
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Escape To Ridgeway

Flashes not bolting Thunder done booming Rain no longer popping Remoteness of peaceful healing Trail reflective in puddles appearing Strolling before...
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Waiting for Orion

My favourite time of year is nearly upon us. Can't wait...

All related

Whatever your colour of skin or hair, throughout our earth’s countries everywhere all are remotely related to you and to me – …
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Musings on my story

They say “Write what you know”. I guess that was my first mistake. I received a call from Petros last night. A friend of over 30 years. He lives in...
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close cousin

close cousin monkeys die without touch not just the rough and tumble of a jungle but the comfort of contact of touch made of love they withdraw...

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