Other Non-fiction

Cherry

Art History

A story of love, loss and tenderness...
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Cherry

Forget the memory.

Tonight, from a cluttered little graveyard of regrets and remorse, I exhume a melancholy memory inlaid with semi-precious stones. When the dirt it...
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Singing Like A Hungry Scouser

Singing Like A Hungry Scouser By Paul McCann The spare change in my pocket was going jingle jangle and the steel heels on my shoes were going click...
Cherry

Fly me to Cuba.

Tonight the memory of the demise of Castro a few years ago and its attendant macabre carnival, stirred a melancholy recall in that part of my heart...
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Cherry

Grandfather.

My grandfather’s front parlour always reeked of pipe tobacco and slowly passing time, time that was so reluctant to glide along that only a new war...
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Cherry

Writing with a cigarette.

He is a man standing alone in front of the whole world dressed only in his words and the ash from a thousand cigarettes, judged by seas and mountains...
Cherry

Overnight bus to Delhi.

I got on a bus. Light was already draining from the late, wet afternoon sky. The seats were wooden with no padding and I just knew that the moving...

Rest In Peace, Hazel VI

Two years ago tonight, I watched you die. It made me unhappy and I started to cry. I saw the life leave your body and it was unpleasant to see. You...

Town Hall Busking

Town Hall Busking By Paul McCann As a busker writing songs is part of that experience . People and places all have their own story which often can...
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