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Stream of Consciousness

Clover, dover, sackcloth, stuff of dreams, docks, shipping forecast, does anyone sail - anymore? Been numb so long, heartbreak does that to you and...

It's Called The Outback

. Paul F. McCann It’s Called The Outback Some like the city: some like the scrub. Some like to bath in an old steel tub. Some celebrate in a local...

Disenchantment 25

***** Perry had lived for weeks in the meadow before she had moved to the throne room, or she thought it was weeks. Time had a way of not making much...

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 ?...

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...

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...

Belfast Afternoons

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