Other Non-fiction

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...

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...

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...

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...

Dusk and wine.

Late this afternoon, as dusk was starting to gather, I took myself out into the back garden with a bottle of red Lebanese wine. A mild winter...
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Crooning On Corners In Cork

Crooning On Corners In Cork By Paul McCann After arriving in Cork I asked one of the locals about accommodation in town and he gave me the address of...

Merry Christmas, Mom - Part XIII

After living for sixty-four years, you had to depart. You were a terrific mother who had a huge heart. You were one of the world's greatest mothers...