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Big dreams and worst nightmares

21/02/202130/08/2021 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

More Poetry for Pandemics, including thoughts on things that scared me when a kid.

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Heat II

21/06/202021/09/2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

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Now is Not the Time (for Complacency)

03/05/202031/12/2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Hello, hello.

With the current message from the powers that be so frequently being now is not the time for complacency, I can’t help but find myself harking back to the good old days when lack of care was king, dreaming of the glorious time it will be back again. Continue reading →

Gin & Bare It

05/04/202015/09/2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

It’s incredible. Truly. That even now the people at the top are still expecting their big fat slice, while the people at the bottom of the business ladder have absolutely no choice but get in even more hock to them just for Continue reading →

Covid-19 and What it Means for Zombies in Popular Culture

22/03/202030/09/2021 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Covid-19 will mark a momentous turning point in zombie films/TV and, for that matter, anything of a post-Apocalyptic nature. Continue reading →

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T.A.T (There’s Always Time) Debut Album YOU SUCK !!! Reviewed

T.A.T (There’s Always Time) Debut Album YOU SUCK !!! Reviewed

When reviewing There’s Always Time’s EP ‘Breathe’ in 2024, I described the sound as dark, moody, Bauhaus-esque in tone and stalking like a cold shadow carrying a jagged-edged knife with vocals that reach Polystyrene-levels of pitch and passion. All of those components remain thoroughly present on debut album YOU SUCK !!!. Only now

The Hammer of Dreams

The Hammer of Dreams

He’d always dreamed Of teaching grandchildren Invaluable life skills Like never

Lettuce

Lettuce

Thanks to Luucy With the two Us in her name Dylan was deeply disturbed To discover over lunch That iceberg lettuces Do not

NANAFESTO: The NaNaz debut EP reviewed

NANAFESTO: The NaNaz debut EP reviewed

The NaNaz—from Newport, Wales—formed as a result of Nana Punk; a punk music workshop held in 2024 and aimed at over 50s that sought to get participants actively involved in music for all the benefits it would bring, regardless of whether

Lost Boys; more wake-up call than review

Lost Boys; more wake-up call than review

People often call me a feminist. It’s not a label I’d give myself even if never disagreeing with anything in the small amount of feminist literature read. I do, though, consider myself relatively well informed on

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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

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