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Writing with a cigarette.
He is a man standing alone in front of the whole world dressed only in his words and the ash from a thousand cigarettes, judged by seas and mountains...
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Overnight bus to Delhi.
I got on a bus. Light was already draining from the late, wet afternoon sky. The seats were wooden with no padding and I just knew that the moving...
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Rest In Peace, Hazel VI
Two years ago tonight, I watched you die. It made me unhappy and I started to cry. I saw the life leave your body and it was unpleasant to see. You...
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Town Hall Busking
Town Hall Busking By Paul McCann As a busker writing songs is part of that experience . People and places all have their own story which often can...
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Probably in Paris.
Who can let winter approach without a nod to Paris? It only takes a light, passing flurry of snow in Ireland to fill my cup with melancholy and send...
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All I Want For Christmas ….? By Alfred N.Muggins
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24/12/21 Is more mobile phone chargers and more charging wires, because the people in this house keep moving them, and half of them don’t work any...
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Between this and that.
My corner of Ireland lies smart with frost this morning, all ready for either war or a picnic. The brash, noisy sun calls forest and fields to...
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Kaye Brown
I once had a neighbor and her name was Kaye Brown. She died of brain cancer and is buried in the ground. She was my neighbor from 1981 to 1985. It's...
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Busking Into The Mystic
Busking Into The Mystic By Paul McCann I took the road out of Rosslare and made my way North . It was a long way from Clare to where the wild flowers...
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78 Months
He was my cousin and friend and his death was a damn shame. But he decided to do drugs and he only had himself to blame. 78 months ago today, he drew...
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