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A Raccoon Named Norman

Norman was a raccoon. He lived in a tree in the woods behind the big yellow house near the river. Norman lived high up in the tree. It was a good...

Winter Trees

A short poem
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My Dear Babu

My Dear Babu Not your uterine sibling, a relationship providence did fling but rooted me, you in your heart with time and age never caught rubbish...

iVirus

iVirus home early from work me boyfriend was sitting on the sofa watching tv with a pair of me knickers from the laundry basket on his face i...
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Albion

I am ready for moss to grow from my belly for saplings to sprout in my sockets and voles to take refuge in velvet pockets beneath the soil of Albion...
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Steamboats - Chapter 9

Steamboats Chapter 9 The Booze And The Blues In this chapter I would like you to meet a steamboat by the name of Willie . He was someone who I got to...

I Can

sit in the sun and play games with my little girl and pretend the world is full of butterflies who join us in our fun. I am happy she has no cares...

Anthony the Anteater

Eddie was very happy when Anthony the Anteater moved in with him. He was in many ways the perfect companion: intelligent, witty and with a wizened...

Up from Titley (2/3/20)

Blue sky and sunshine (though …) … boot-sucking mud-goo paths …snagging, tripping bramble-snakes … glorious far views
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Oh Sweet Lullaby

Esther my own precious dear when you tarry then sally near there is nothing but my heart to fear for as I tread forth in silence along the path where...

Real Wisdom

Real Wisdom With internet and WhatsApp and plenty of modern gadgets to top to children of this era, I must explain with no electricity and no...

A work in progress

My sister Aisling is as lazy as sin, She won’t even look after the her from within, She only showers whenever she going out, Even then you’d look and...

Sixty

Sixty Just like the car rusted up half-way down a hill in the middle of a pasture, I turn. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2010
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composed a long time ago

I adjust my eyes to the darkness but there's nothing to see. You move to avoid me. Why bring me to this point then slip away? I don't lose interest...

Death of an Obit Writer (4)

Out of the blue I got a phone call from Gary. "I hope you don't mind our changing your obit slightly," he said. "Only we spotted a couple of errors...
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On the Spectrum

On the Spectrum. It is 1986. Margaret Thatcher is sat firmly on her throne. The Chernobyl Nuclear disaster is just on the horizon. People are...
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Death of an Obit Writer (3)

I took to monitoring the back-end of the website regularly, to get an idea of the obits I wasn't being asked to write. The American presidential...

Mother Of Tranquility

. Mother Of Tranquility - by Paul McCann . Mother of tranquility end all the hostility help me find a peaceful way in my life everyday. Mother of...

I Don't Quite Know

I Don’t Quite Know By Paul McCann I don’t quite know how to say how I feel about everything that happened the other day , it was like a driver out of...

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