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"So, I couldn't help noticing the boxes on the landing. You packing up some stuff?" Jim asked as they walked across fields away from the cottage. Jennifer walked in silence for a moment. He waited for her response. "Ah, yes. I....might be…
(If you missed part 2 it is because I posted it on the end of the first part instead of a separate post. Oops.) There were seagulls. The sound of seagulls. Seagull cries and a pale morning light spilling into the bedroom. Jim sighed as hi…
Driving into Belfast this morning the rising sun rose deep yellow from the hills across the lough. The sky above looked like an upside down blanket of snow, cloud folds lit by the sunlight. It brought a gasp to the lips at the beauty. This …
So much to do, and so little to stop me. Just cold water, cold enough to lie inches deep and solid white. The engine whines and the tyre spins like a frantic double dip economy, gaining no purchase. No one in the street to give a push, so …
Just a tick. Really quick. The countdown's longer than the clock hand flick. One year to another. Closer than a twin brother. A second makes the difference. In the mind there's a vast unwind, a deep long sigh filled with a years reflection.…
The ghost of a christmas present lies scattered on the floor. A spilled splash of sparkling wrap like an echo of the smile which it had brought. The gift was simple, expensive only in the thought, and in the trouble taken to give it from t…
The world ended today Did you notice? How black the sky, How loud the cry, Didn't you notice? The moment she left I noticed The torn heart, All ripped apart I noticed. I give notice With the door's dead click Another man picked My world e…
A post about ranking inspires me to ask, "is productivity more valuable than creativity?" A hundred opusses or articles a month better than one hot story which mangles your mind and lifts your pulse? What if not all likes were the same? Wh…
In the far country of Falfotratlia there is no Christmas. The government of Falfotratlia which meets in the Great Rotund in the city of Smalisbad, would like to introduce Christmas. They are asking for advice. I wonder what I would advise …
Get to it. To writing as fast as you can. Get those thoughts down. Order them. Use them. Have them spill like a river from your soul. Don't stop writing till it is all out of there and on the screen in black and not quite white. Read it an…
It was in the news. He is 5 and he saw. His face all frowned, "all those children killed?" "Yes, look, just come away from that." But it got inside. He's written a letter and wants to take it to post. It's to Santa. So he knows. When he's…
A circle of hands and prayers enveloped a city hall today. In chill morning air under Christmas lights as the town sounds rose and shops were opened, a few hundred heads bowed for peace on earth and goodwill to men. In the place bomb winds …
The Belfast Heart It was a cool sunny October morning in Belfast. A walk along from York Street to Nero's Cafe in the centre proved energising. Great coffee and a sweet Raspberry and White muffin made an indulgent and happy after-breakfast…
The Pretty Thief now has an update.
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A chat with my daughter can be such a hoot Wondering if an elephant Could use his trunk as a flute. But he couldn't I tell her, there's just no way. "But if it had holes in," No, he can't do it, I say. "But Dad, he can make a sound thoug…
One of the interesting things about Jim was his love of beauty. In anything. In anyone. A love not of simple beauty alone, for the pretty face or fine art are easy to appreciate. Jim loved that beauty which appears only to those who strive …
Wizardly Bill sang a song in his head, A song he had heard while asleep in his bed. He had been dreaming one of those magical dreams, Where nothing quite ever is just what it seems. In a tree in his dream, a tree of bold yellow, A tiny whi…