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The Worst Euphemism of All
The first bomb killed her sister, She had to be careful now, as she clicked the wires into place...
A Hushed Whisper in Your Nightly Prayers
Minneapolis 2026 or Belfast 1972?
The Rain of Pain
Belfast Horizontal rain No soft drops in this place
The 9mm Poet
The poet sat at his desk and started to write. But first, he shot the cat.
Another great song from Trespasses
This is a Belfast lass who performs under the name BEATRICE.
A song I discovered on “Trespasses”
I've been watching Channel 4's Trespasses, the series based on the Louise Kennedy novel by the same name.
In a Belfast bar
"Ock! The experience is just the seed," he says, "The story. Well, echhh, the story, 'icc, that's, ccup, the tree."
Of Mammon and Men
My rather cranky reaction to an NYT Op-Ed........ Nice to read another diatribe from a high priest of Mammon.
Good grief! Here comes the sun
The dawn breaks in a neat geo-strata of gold, yellow, and violet haze, swept across the horizon in sustained steady strokes...
BIRDS
Birds sing high on a wire, in the trees, from rooftops. They speak of things unbeknownst to me...