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Doughnut in the Sky with Contradictions

17/03/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry without comment beyond thanks to Kenny Kennethh for use of the header image of a solitary doughnut (licensing).
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Social Media Sorbet

03/03/2024 / N. P. Ryan

pexels-alisha-mishra-1343504-smaThoughts on the stupidity of trying to use social media for something useful.  Header image courtesy Alisha Mishra (licensing). Continue reading →

Introspective Suicide In Parts: volume one

25/02/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Attempting to improve the self is not without its price.

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forever after

22/02/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry without comment.

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. . . it was enough

04/02/202404/02/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry inspired by the power of devotion.
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Salt

21/01/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry on the subject of truth, time and perception.
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Roses Are Dead

24/12/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry inspired by both the experiences and posts of some much valued friends.

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Grief by Hev Cagnasso

19/12/2023 / N. P. Ryan

A friend recently posted a poem about grief to her facebook feed that so perfectly encapsulates the condition I couldn’t help but ask for permission to share it here. It was very kindly given. Continue reading →

One Banana, Two Banana

17/12/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Revisiting Fruits of the Loon for the purposes of Instagram lead to me once again facing arch nemesis Banana: the fruit that foiled like no other. Continue reading →

Jilted John

19/11/2023 / N. P. Ryan

John’s feeling jilted; but is he right or by the sword of his own hand—so to speak—wrong? Read the poem to decide . . .

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After this year’s exhilarating-as-ever Dean Lane Hardcore Day, I headed to the Chelsea Inn for the after show. It was there, while sat in the beer garden basking in the punk-Christmas-ness of it all, that someone

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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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