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grimms19
Dermot picks up Angela and carries her into his wee boy’s room. His son, a step ahead in the lobby, slips into the room picks up his book of fairy...
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grimms18
It’s closing time when Dermot leaves the pub. The last round of drinks with his mates he’s downed a couple of goldies, the whiskies flowing through...
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grimms17
Jaz and Rab guard the bottom of the close, the wind scouring the back courts. The bins are on fire again. Flames leaving smouldering debris, the...
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grimms16
Instead of going home, Jaz kept walking. Not far, a few closes along, on another day, a good summer’s day, he could lean out the window and give Rab...
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grimms15
‘Get up, ya lazy bastard!’ Jaz’s mum Senga shouts at her son. ‘It’s almost twelve, why don’t yeh go out and get a job like aw the rest of them? I...
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aye, funny to think, in an
Posted on Sat, 11 Sep 2021
aye, funny to think, in an unfunny way, Ireland's population was once 8 million. This ends here, bet it doesnae.
Read full commentPosted in Troubles
the mirage is the mirror to a
Posted on Tue, 14 Sep 2021
the mirage is the mirror to a larger hunger.
Read full commentPosted in Hunger
I guess we're all galactic
Posted on Sat, 11 Sep 2021
I guess we're all galactic travellers, especially on the A29.
Read full commentPosted in The highwayman
I'm a reader that writes
Posted on Sat, 04 Sep 2021
I'm a reader that writes stuff nobody much reads. I've written a couple of longer, novel sized stories. One, in particular, I think is good and should be published. Sometimes I send it off. But I don't expect it to be publsihed. I don't really...
Read full commentPosted in On Giving Up
twenty-years old [hyphen, I
Posted on Mon, 30 Aug 2021
twenty-years old [hyphen, I think]
beat-up dog.
could only have dreamt (delete 'of')
Whilst we couldn't ever remember meeting there, we got on from the first second (delete 'we met')
quiite a view from the summit....
Read full commentPosted in Chinese Whispers (edited and updated, 2021)
funny thing memory, who we
Posted on Fri, 27 Aug 2021
funny thing memory, who we are and who we are not. Dad and not dad. I'd the same thing with my mother. Mum and not Mum. When she died I said I was delighted. People might have taken that the wrong way, but not Mum had no life.
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I wonder if kids will know
Posted on Mon, 23 Aug 2021
I wonder if kids will know what SWALK is? but you certainly do. SWALK to you too. Well done.
Read full commentPosted in Love Letters From The Past S.W.A.L.K.
good stuff. I was wating for
Posted on Wed, 25 Aug 2021
good stuff. I was wating for Cole to turn up. As a seasoned reader of chimes, I knew he would.
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nicely done.
Posted on Wed, 25 Aug 2021
nicely done.
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yeh, we see each other, but
Posted on Tue, 17 Aug 2021
yeh, we see each other, but rarely outself. Well done.
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