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Sean Happens 13
Miss Dill went to run the bath. She sat smoking on the on edge of the tub, dipping her fingers in to the water to test the temperature. Mr Martin...
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Sean Happens 12
Dad staggered into the kitchen like his legs were encased in iron struts. He held out a primitive crossbow. A kind of spike in the narrow crosspiece...
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Sisters.
I didn’t know I had a sister until it was too late. Snow muffled sound and the weight of the outside world. We didn’t have money for the electricity...
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Memento Mori
You’re frightened by time Last frolics of fading white lies Risky, holding facts You drop them from your dry lips Search for them on the floor...
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Sean Happens 11
‘You can’t kill The Spider as easy as that,’ said Miss Dill. ‘He was already dead in a way. He was born without a soul.’ Mr Martin pursed his lips. ‘...
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trippple
Posted on Tue, 11 Nov 2025
trippple like tipple. More than one. Like a burn to the sea or see?
Read full commentPosted in The Second Shadow
great story, not a shadow on
Posted on Tue, 11 Nov 2025
great story, not a shadow on the second shadow. bravo.
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ah, wow, delicate and tough,
Posted on Mon, 10 Nov 2025
ah, wow, delicate and tough, hard to braid and hard to breath. The things you know.
Read full commentPosted in Things You Keep
ah, but no leaky teapots,
Posted on Mon, 10 Nov 2025
ah, but no leaky teapots, Turlough. Always that missing piece.
Read full commentPosted in Naming Tree
in the annnals of wandering
Posted on Mon, 10 Nov 2025
in the annnals of wandering about fields field, I've never seen so much dedication. You deserve all the honours of the broken teapot. Long may your luminary reek. There hasn't been such dedicated tramping since the potato and toilet-roll famine...
Read full commentPosted in Turlough Ó Carolan's Farewell to Turlough Ó Maoláin
the newspaper nobody ever
Posted on Sun, 09 Nov 2025
the newspaper nobody ever read. Must be the Egyptian equivalent of the Sun.
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much I sadly find myself
Posted on Sun, 09 Nov 2025
much I sadly find myself agreeing with here. Backward steps for humanity.
Read full commentPosted in Victory In Europe Day 8th of May 2025 : Hollow Victory Celebration After Almost 80 Years of Success and Peace
ah, the haddocks are terrible
Posted on Fri, 24 Oct 2025
ah, the haddocks are terrible gossip when they've had a few pints of seawater.
Read full commentPosted in The Concept of Rain at a Jaunty Angle
ah, if death could make us
Posted on Tue, 21 Oct 2025
ah, if death could make us better than we are this is the cure.
Read full commentPosted in Why does it always rain in graveyards?
Jesus. That's hard to read.
Posted on Tue, 21 Oct 2025
Jesus. That's hard to read. Impossible to life with. Yet, for so many, that was their life. To think so many children are escorted to and from school gates. And to imagine the reality of that kind of reality. That kind of short life.
Read full commentPosted in Crying Against The Dying Of The Light
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