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Continue reading →: Still poetry
There was a one day workshop in Belfast over the weekend organised by the Community Arts Partnership. I went along and found the event bursting with enthusiastic talent. We were encouraged to dig deep and wrench words from personal places within ourselves that ordinarily stay shrouded in modesty. The writing…
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Continue reading →: Henry VI (part 1)
I am afflicted with an embarrassing condition. As soon as I have parked myself in a darkened room the urge to sleep is upon me. All very well if you are enjoying a snooze at home, but not so clever if you are out in public at the theatre or…
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Continue reading →: Donegal Weekend
Falcarragh was busier than usual last weekend. The bars were buzzing in the evenings and there was music all weekend. Strange characters wandered about with blue makeup and swirly markings. The Evil Eye Festival was in full swing. My sons and I played pool in the Shamrock whilst my wife…
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Continue reading →: Weekly Writing Challenge: Carousel Blues
Tigger had been annoying me all morning. I had had enough. If he thought I was going to ride him round and round all day, he had better think again. Pooh tried to comfort me and let me have some of his honey, but I am still very cross with…
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Continue reading →: Balor’s Evil Eye
“In times of yore…” got my attention, having used the line myself many moons ago when my odes were in their infancy. So the Evil Eye festival in Falcarragh this weekend is a must. It’s part of a ‘gathering’ so I may well be joining an ancient cult without realising…
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Continue reading →: Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree
This photograph shows a young man contemplating the beauty of nature. He is untroubled by the cares of the world as the river flows at his feet in timeless fashion. Our affinity with water has a calming effect and this particular river has oaks and willows along its banks that…
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Continue reading →: Steaming
Yesterday saw me tootling down the Lisburn Road on a shopping expedition to purchase a replacement kettle. Our old one was leaking and I thought it prudent to avoid electrocuting anyone in our kitchen whose only crime was the taste for tea or coffee. I had seen the very thing…
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Continue reading →: How’s the form?
My efforts at writing lack structure and style But that can be learnt if it takes me a while Will I join the throng, the exalted elite Or face disappointment, rejection, defeat? Do I really care if my words are cast out Another word junkie, a slabbering lout Who writes…
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Continue reading →: Sound quality
If music be the food of love, then there were plenty of loved up teenagers at Boucher Playing fields yesterday evening to see Snow Patrol and the support bands. The music didn’t click with me, so I headed home early in the strengthening rain. The sound quality was good. I…
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