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The Blind man Who Plays Chess - an excerpt from Eagles Hunt Wolves

The blind man arrived every day at precisely the same time. His taxi pulled up at the same point at the kerb. The driver, always the same one,...

The Peacekeeper

The Peacekeeper By Paul McCann It was in the dead of night when the first air strike began . No one had expected it so soon . On the ground below...

The Wee Ones And The Bonfire

The Wee Ones And The Bonfire By Paul McCann On the seventh day of the seventh month about half a mile from the Fairy Glen on the path to Ambersglow...

Jeremiah's Fortune

Jeremiah’s Fortune - By Paul McCann I sat at the bar in Sean O’Caseys one evening with Brian . Before us were two dark pint glasses half filled with...
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Milo Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven “I talked to Morris,” John told Marie. The sun had disappeared behind the house, a fire of red and orange filling the sky before fading...

The Man From A Not So Innocent City

Man Of A Not So Innocent City - By Paul McCann .Who are they who risk it all ? He was one of those , covered by a disguise . He fitted in well among...

soul to keep

Bless me father for I have sinned And let the devil in My soul no longer Daz white God has taken flight Three weeks since my last confession Here are...

Writing While Impaired

“WWI” I had a new experience yesterday, that of WWI. (writing while impaired) A largish, double martini had ended a long day. The C2H5OH must have...

Respite

So much value in such an unassuming word
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Worlds apart

Idle thoughts on where we find ourselves
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Sea Meditation

Very short sea poem
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Dancing Circles.

Public Class Form1 ' Rotation, Dancing Circles ' By Salim Shahbudeen Meghani April 2018. Private Sub Form1_Load(sender As Object, e As EventArgs)...
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Milo Chapter Six

Chapter Six “You’ve been more than a help,” Estevo's mother told John. “I only wish we could do more.” He said, looking her. She was an attractive...

My Past... Your Present.

taken from my medium post on... https://medium.com/@rosalind.j.lee/my-part-in-the-holocaust-2ab5e8ebf749 My Part in the Holocaust. It’s hard to...

The Fairies Who Brought Fun

The Fairies Who Brought Fun By Paul McCann Huggie lived by the door of the forest in a hollow log and was happy there in her role as keeper of the...

A Cake A Day

Brian was chatting to Charmaine on reception when Monica Page walked in carrying her large, bright blue cake tin. He hadn't so much been chatting...
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Song of the Water Spirit

Not the raging sea or a turbid heart- I give you a shimmering river where reeds ooze bells of rain, their crystals promise light, heal your hands...

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