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By Chelsea.Anne on Tue, 06 Aug 2013

My shoes think they're anorexic So when my feet feel heavy I take them off Carry them up the stairs And let them watch the city I'll leave them there...
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

The TV is shit

By valiswaverider on Tue, 06 Aug 2013

We are ambulance chasing lawyers for you Have you had a prat fall at work or in the street? Well here is your chance to make big money for us. We are...
Humour
Non-fiction
Certificate 15

Devil Coming After

By God'sPoeticChild on Tue, 06 Aug 2013

Started off with a bit of happiness later on it became depression of moments with a little suicide actions. Who ever thought a girl so laughable and...
Poem
Certificate 18

WHEN THE MOON WAS KING

By moonphish on Tue, 06 Aug 2013

years ago, the earth, it seems revolved around the moon the earth would play the fiddle while the moon would call the tune . the moons had seas with...
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

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Edna O’Brien (2006) The Light of Evening.

Posted by celticman on Tue, 26 May 2026

Edna O’Brien’s The Light of Evening follows a familiar mother-daughter path. Dilly is dying in a Dublin hospital. Her daughter, Elenaora, has inherited her beautiful hair, which features in every novel. A writer whose debut novel scandalized her Irish neighbours, and an ultra-Catholic nation because it showed women’s desire from the inside. She has fled to London and married an older man (who already had a wife and child). Her dad is a brute...

David Chariandy (2017) Brother. 

Posted by celticman on Mon, 25 May 2026

I watched the film and now I’ve read the book. With few exceptions such as Ben Hur , books are better. David Chariandy’s slim novel won a slew of awards. And rightly so. It’s beautifully written. You’d imagine the screen adaptation to be pretty simple. Opening page. Michael and Francis. Opening scene. Michael and Francis. ‘Once he showed me his place in the sky. The hydro pole in the parking lot all weed-broke and abandoned. Looking up you’d see...

Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

Posted by insertponceyfrenchnamehere on Fri, 22 May 2026

This week’s picks have been chosen by marandina: Here I am standing in again for onemorething who is indisposed but will be back with you very soon. Some impressive works-in-progress gracing the site at the moment. Do have a look at: Ivan the OK-ish continues his impressive novel-in-waiting ‘Bron’ with https://www.abctales.com/story/ivan-ok-ish/bron-41 Eric Marsh is posting more of his wonderful Amandarella and Glenda the Wendle stories. Try:...

Séamas O’Reilly (2021) Did Ye Hear Mammy Died?

Posted by celticman on Wed, 20 May 2026

I used to read Séamas O’Reilly’s whimsical weekly column in The Observer . I didn’t know much about him, other than he was Irish. His 2021 memoir, Did Ye Hear Mammy Died? won biography of the year in the Irish book awards. He makes light work of his mum dying when he was five. It’s in the title. His incomprehension about why so many people were pouring into his house to see his mum and dad. Mum died from breast cancer when she was forty-three...

Dead Letters: The Border

Posted by SoulFire77 on Fri, 15 May 2026

Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent In December 1913, I was in El Paso covering the border for a wire service. The Mexican Revolution was in its third year. Pancho Villa had taken Ciudad Juárez. The streets of El Paso were full of journalists, arms dealers, refugees, and men whose occupations fell somewhere between all three. It was the kind of assignment where the story changed every hour and the correspondents drank every night,...

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