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StoryLara's Song cabruce611 years 10 months ago
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Storyuncovering oneself (1) celticman2211 years 11 months ago
StoryHappy 200th Birthday Eve MJG411 years 11 months ago
Blog entry Writing in the Digital Age, Saltwater and My Baby Shot Me Down Luke Neima711 years 11 months ago
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StoryNo silver lining TFH512 years 1 week ago
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Storyschool photos 72 celticman2012 years 3 weeks ago
Blog entry04.04.14 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week Luke Neima112 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Revolution Has Not Yet Begun jolono1612 years 3 weeks ago
Blog entryInterview with Phil Klay, author of Redeployment Luke Neima512 years 4 weeks ago
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A Slip of the Mother Tongue

Dialect of my mother - burbled from rain-sodden currents in Derry’s Foyle, meltwater brogue of bogs, fairies and goblins, smoky with bacon, whiskey...
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Goodbye George

‘Goodbye lovely Boy’, John strokes the horse’s neck; breathes him in. ‘We tried everything’, he ruffles his wide hand over the black mane. Asks his...
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No Good News

Grey dawn with builder’s tea and buttered toast my computer eyes the dark world for sewer stories that stick like burrs. The woman who axes her...
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Summer's end

Rain hammers on windows before the hurricane. I fling open the wardrobe where summer still hangs; scented with perfume and sunscreen, translucent...
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Toad Spring 2018

The soil suddenly breathed as I forked a pale Hellebore into sodden earth. Almost riven through a spoon-backed, squat toad. Warty: blotched green-...

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