Love

Cherry

the artist

The Artist she was a goddess curator of memories a former of creation she painted in our attic I stood on a chair to sneak a better look at the...

The Window Of My Dreams

The Window Of My Dreams By Paul McCann You do the things that others won’t , when others do me wrong you don’t You’re the unseen one in between , the...
Cherry

The Things We Do for Love

Pyser walked along a beach at dawn. He heard the cries of an injured seagull. It was entangled in strips of plastic. The seabird’s left wing seemed broken.

to Saffron

you enchant me you’ve left me and properly should be past tense but you still enchant me I wish I knew why I am chuckling at you filling our pond...

Still The Same

. Still The Same By Paul McCann Today I thought of you and the things we used to do , what ever happened to all those people that we knew , in my...

Recycling. Upcycling. Part Three..

My name is Mrs Red Capped-Robin and my neighbour is called Mrs Jones. She’s a lovely Bird, small and not like me who like to have the latest fad, and...
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Recycling. Upcycling. Part Two.

I stood back to look at my handiwork, it was good but there was something missing. As I pondered what it was, something below caught my eye. It was a...
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Cherry

chatting with Saoirse

as winter yields and April fades to May the lengthening days stir cannabis hazed and Tullamore Dew coloured memories of that summer we shared on...

Recycling. Upcycling.

When my husband Paul took our dog Masie for her walk yesterday, as he brushed the hairs off her, a tiny species of bird he didn’t recognized, came...
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Cherry

I wanna go back

I wanna go back I wanna go back to 93, Saturday evening - May 15 th in Mick Byrne’s bar in Castlebar just Carolyn and me and a black and white twelve...
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