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Past Dwellers (The Lost)
We tossed you aside when the buildings were torn down, sibilant tongues from the tenements of this town, torn souls like lascerated wallpaper hanging...
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The Three Halves of Martyn Manning-Chapter Thirteen: Induction - Part Three
They held a leaving party for Caroline. Martyn thoughtlessly booked a room at The Feathers but the kids said they wanted it at McDonald’s so he had...
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The Three Halves of Martyn Manning-Chapter Thirteen: Induction - Part Two
Meanwhile, back at The Old Rectory, and clearly unknown to Martyn, at that very moment another important conversation was taking place. After they’d...
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The Three Halves of Martyn Manning--Chapter Thirteen: Induction - Part One
August sank into September, though you wouldn’t have known. A little chillier perhaps, a little cloudier maybe, dusk came slightly earlier, but...
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Golden Memories: The Cafe
When my bike was off the road for a few months, I thought I would walk around to one of the less fashionable biker cafes to see what they were up to...
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Come! See! [6. of series based on old carols]
O come, all you faithless … see the wonder in Bethlehem. Baby, King Jesus, born to be our proxy. O come, do not ignore him, O come, bow now before him, receive his gifts, adore him, Christ, the Lord …
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Five Days.
So much has happened in 5 short days, I had my wisdom tooth out 4 days before Christ mas, that was on Monday, nothing else really mattered to me but...
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Stevie Tait
Morrisey sang The Last of the Famous International Playboys on the radio and I quickly turned it off. Some windows were blacked out with yellowing...
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New Year In New York
. New Year In New York bt Paul McCann Homeless in New York , The streets are cold an empty . It's new year here and there is no mercy for me . In a...
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A Christmas Tree
, Shape Poem The form of this poem uses a word plan that forms the shape of the subject or the poem A Christmas Tree By Paul McCann A Christmas tree...
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An Irish Love
, An Irish Love By Paul McCann There’s nothing as kind or blind than the love of an Irish heart . There’s nothing as sure as Irish love right from...
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part 2
Mary couldn't help laughing too, the first proper laugh since that Tuesday after school when she had not been allowed to go with Mum, then everyone...
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19.1 Havaru
Arthur Moyler received a wire and not a call. It read that a Maldivian woman was held in detainment by the RAF in Gan for stealing things from the...
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Lucky Heather
When I was small the worst thing about England was the weather. It's the least of our problems now, as my skin turns to leather. There's plenty of...
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hiraeth
hiraeth from time to time I wonder about my woman-to-be I'd only have to be in the right place at the right time for our paths to cross I would look...
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A Bedsit View Of Winter
. A Bedsit View Of Winter By Paul Mc Cann Outside the bedsit window the snow is lying thick and fair and a little robin red breast is perched on the...
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Making Hay For New Years Day
. Making Hay For New Years Day By Paul McCann As the new year is drawing near and the old year's about to leave, If I remember what I forgot,I'll do...
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Waiting For Her
. Waiting For Her By Paul McCann I’m waiting for her like a prisoner of time, in a room without a door, walking around in circles here, while she’s...
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Fast
I’ll wonder after I walk away, Will I see her again today? Words fill my brain as I think Should I ask her for a drink? Is it too fast? Or far too...
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A Language of Life
We speak of family of blood & bones and marrow- love at its best generations ago and the experiences of life embedded in their DNA. And I am one...
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