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Big dreams and worst nightmares

February 21, 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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The Unreasonable Announcement Doctor Who is a Woman

June 20, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

How the BBC exploited equality for its own social media gain:

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A Brand New World

April 5, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

In March 2018 the BBC reported on a leaked Facebook memo; the following quote is from the article:

‘ A Facebook executive’s memo that claimed the “ugly truth” was that anything it did to grow was justified has been made public, embarrassing the company. The 2016 post said that this applied even if it meant people might die as a result of bullying or terrorism. ’

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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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Big dreams and worst nightmares

Big dreams and worst nightmares

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

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