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A Rare Breed

, A Rare Breed By Paul Mc Cann Desert Sun and Songline have that secret combination To bring about that miracle of one special creation . A chestnut...

A Kitten Spitting

. A Kitten Spitting By Paul Mc Cann Who white-washed the window with the kitten ? I did Daddy . Then I flung it over the wall . Why son . Why son ?...

What Am I Doing Here

What Am I Doing Here By Paul McCann I love to write and l love to sing , I love what inspiration can bring , I love the music that’s happening in my...

One Who Will Constant Be - Episode 18

In which Dolly poses some questions and the 'Parson' thinks he has an answer

Relics of the Gods

Chapter 5 - Achilles heel - They reach the statue, both Atheas and Sirosa start looking for clues. They know of the inscription on the statue that...

Golden Memories: Neighbours

When asked what 'Hell' was, Sartre was alleged to reply "other people". This may not be true, and he would no doubt wish to qualify the statement if...

An Older Age

As I linger into older age my bones do crave warmth ‘cause winter weather seems to plunge me into a chill- not so when younger days encouraged me to...
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Timely Leisure Spent With You

Dear diary I feel so small today, like Alice down the rabbit hole inhaling atmosphere, seizing handfuls of earth as I shrink, where ant mounds are...

Back Streets Of Belfast

. Back Streets Of Belfast By Paul McCann Without a word of a lie you can’t deny there’s something there. Behind the walls on the peaceline Belfast...

Have You Been To Northern Ireland

Have You Been To Northern Ireland By Paul McCann . I wish you where in Carrickfergus , or fishing in Kilkeel . If only you could catch a joke , big...

Belfast Afternoons

Belfast Afternoons By Paul McCann Diamond buns and hay-stacks . Coconut macaroons. Baps and scones and currant squares. Belfast afternoons. Beano...

UFO TO NOWHERE

'BEAM ME UP SCOTTY!'
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CUBE TWO

Pain. Lore had a splitting headache as three years of their own memories forced their way into their head. They vomited but were confused as they saw...

Clarity

Blinking. It took a while for their eyes to adjust but it was all the more confusing when they did. Stood before them, themselves. They were wearing...

Memories

Silence. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She still had the note in her hand, fumbling with it, unsure of what to do with it. She opened it again...

Calcium

My ribs are aching as they rattle in my chest Snap, crackle, breakfast cereal That never makes it past my boneyard Maybe I should just put away the...
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Getting Ready

Gone the rag sound of a bird alone dropped on naked silence between dumpsters' grinding regurgitations from horizon's bridge and fuzzy pulse of cars...
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Forgotten Souls

I see you late at night, as daylight’s candle flickers out, empyrean canvas painted black, stars of alabaster speak in hushed tones. Moonlight beams...

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