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IF you fall asleep in your dream you die

which is why I'm always falling asleep in other people's dreams. I sneak in, unnoticed and climb into a bed. If you dream a train is coming and you'...

The ceiling spotlight flicked on

You found her diary inside a cook book and now you don't know what to do. You knew she could cook but you didn't know she could draw like that. You'...
Cherry

The doctor is very beautiful

Both paramedics have muddy trousers from knee to ankle I don't know if they have spares in the ambulance, or socks you can't be a paramedic in wet...
Cherry

Two-By-Two, Hurrah!

For want of other entertainment, he used to look out of the screen into the great nothingness ahead and manipulate the stray remnants of celestial...

The Ending of 2018

The end of 2018 is very near. In just a matter of hours, 2019 will become the new year. 2018 was a sad year because my aunt died. After 43 years of...
Cherry

New Year

New Year Like the old year Stale air makes you feel faint New Year like the old year With a new lick of paint New Year Resolutions Promises you know...

An 18 month-old meets Penelope the Penguin

‘Hello! I’m Penelope the Penguin’ (Mum wriggling bright hand puppet) “He-ow” (huge smile from ear to ear, shining eyes) …
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Cherry

Ragged Falls

Ragged falls The first time it was still mild. We climbed your rocky outcrops And dared our feet upon slippery stones While you thundered past In...

Incarnation

Sounds from the past can be heard from afar, waking a memory from its sleep.
Cherry

Here's to a new year

tomorrow will be better. the cracks on wall and skin will mend; and the bitter taste that left your tongue pressed so hard against your cheek, with...
Cherry

Hang On To Your Fedora - A Craven Danger Mystery

“Lose the fedora,” said the big boss at the warehouse. “Night watchmen don’t wear no fedoras.” “But I ain’t myself without my fedora.” “And you ain’t...

Look Around

and view personal gems which adorn our apt walls- pictures and cards plus two crow feathers on a trail we hiked. Oh the memories: one son &...

Under The Gun

Under The Gun By Paul McCann I used to be angry , I used to feel young. Now all that’s gone I don’t need to run . They said keep all the bullets, the...

“Santa(?)”’s ‘Naughty’ list

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] If Santa really watches all, then every single name would fall not in the ‘nice’, but ‘naughty’ list – for...

Fragment 2

After what must have been a day or so, the firery haze around the ship started to fade away. When it had finally regained it's own dark brownish...

Losing the planned path

We hadn’t a large-scale map. The path looked “straight-ahead” from A to B, but on the ground, with missing arrow-signs, and new …

The Honourable Member

The Honourable Member The quick of the fall. A punch to the heart outside the hardware store is all it took. I knew him as a schoolboy, the way he...

We're Australian

We’re Australian By Paul McCann This land is our land , we call our home. Long may our surf roll white with foam . Long may our streets be safe and...

When do I cry?

Finally the search is over for me. How to sum up a great man and his part in my life.

Grandpa

said there would be days like this. Soft snow – fluffy crystals overcoming each press of snowshoe. He gave me this set – Algonquin style he said. The...

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