Slain by Summer. Part 2 of 3. Continue reading
Anxiety
Anxiety
I Don’t Understand
Following on from Perfect, nobody is; all of us have something we don’t understand. But is that what’s meant when the words are said? Continue reading
Winter is Coming
Christmas is meant to be full of celebration and joy; for many, though, it can be a dark time brimming with morbidity and doom in a place far from fun and festivity.
Humbug, we say.
Bah humbug!
While calling these people Ebenezer Scrooge.
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All Along the Watchtowers
Welcome to a world of anxiety, anger and insecurity; a place where Abandonment Issues rule the day unknown.
Whether a first time visitor or previous—maybe even current—resident, The Medusa Protocol hopes to show as much as relate and commiserate.
Motorcycle Despatch Riding Time Machine
Reflections on the Thames from an early 90s London Bridge.
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No Thanks
This poem is inspired by one written a few weeks ago: Hollywood
Hollywood relied on a play of words to say something concise about a serious subject.
It also used a ‘playground metre’ to give it a ring-of-roses feel; the hope being to replicate the flippancy frequently shown dark matters. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan 