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Clochán an Aifir (The Giant’s Causeway)
Not too far from where I once lived, this place has mesmerised me since I was six.
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Introducing Turlough Ó Maoláin, Performance Poet
My April, the second of two parts, and restricted to 100 words per day because less is more, and I am the Ludwig Mies van der Rohe of village gossip.
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The Fish on the Hill
My April, the first of two parts, and restricted to 100 words per day so that I can’t be accused of banging on about it.
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When Life Gives You Flags
Part Four of the Flour of Sri Lanka series. Kavinda’s proudest moment.
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Rupees Appease
Part Three of the Flour of Sri Lanka series. Kavinda counts his cash.
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'We shouldn't be so harsh on
Posted on Fri, 24 Dec 2021
'We shouldn't be so harsh on Boris Johnson. He's done such a lot to revive the Dickensian way of celebrating Christmas,' said Bob Cratchit's son, Tiny Tim.
An excellent piece of writing Paul. Amusing from start to finish.
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Aye, imagine being at Michael
Posted on Sun, 12 Dec 2021
Aye, imagine being at Michael Bublé's house at Christmas. You'd need a lot of Advocaat to survive that.
Read full commentPosted in Saints and Sinners - A Christmas Fable (Part One of Two)
I read news like this almost
Posted on Tue, 07 Dec 2021
I read news like this almost every day. It's sickening that an uncaring world can push people to the point where they have to risk their lives in this way. How bad must the life be that they are trying to escape from for them to accept that...
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For years I worked with
Posted on Wed, 27 Oct 2021
For years I worked with elderly people and seeing them caught by dementia used to break my heart. Your words describing your Mum's situation have brought back so many memories of complete strangers who I came to love before slowly but ultimately...
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I love reading diaries.
Posted on Sat, 23 Oct 2021
A long, long time ago I worked on ships. Working and living with people in such close proximity for six to eight months at a time whilst thousands of miles from home made me feel I got a deep understanding of, and closeness to, colleagues that I...
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A nice bit of secrecy.
Posted on Tue, 12 Oct 2021
I really enjoyed your poem Rhiannon. It hadn't crossed my mind that adults speaking in code in front of their kids was a form of keeping things secret. I remember it being a struggle with my kids, and then an even bigger struggle when they...
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Never
Posted on Sun, 24 Aug 2025
It seems like forever and ever they've been saying never again.
I like the clever way you've used powerful words to cover just about every aspect of how mankind has gone about destroying itself. It's a pity mankind itself isn't a bit...
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Reassurance
Posted on Mon, 25 Aug 2025
I think every writer finds reassurance in the knowledge that they aren't the only ones who suffer from writer's block. Your words of self-reassurance are certainly reassuring to me. So thank you for that Jenny.
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Welcome
Posted on Mon, 25 Aug 2025
I hope the new Jacks of this world make a better job of it than we have done, for new Jack's sake.
A beautiful poem to go with a beautiful event.
Welcome Jack.
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The Fog on the Severn
Posted on Tue, 19 Aug 2025
Sounds of things like pebbles rolling downhill and mystery girls creeping up from behind are always louder in the still of a foggy day. Your description of the scene contributes to a gripping build up to her arrival, so I'm looking forward to...
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