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N. P. Ryan vs. War

12/11/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Recent events compel me to post once again; originally posted as simply vs. War in particular response to Russia’s second most recent invasion of Ukraine.

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Fake Knockers

29/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry on the subject of fake knockers.

With thanks to Blue Arauz for use of the header image (licensing). Continue reading →

That Route

29/10/202329/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

snowpathA poem that is conversely anti poetry.

Header image of a snowy path next to a lake taken by me on the shores of Lake Ontario circa 2017. Continue reading →

Run On Mawr

17/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

alt text: a beach shown from the perspective of within grass on a sand dune. Poetry possibly inspired by a number of childhood memories being cobbled together.

With thanks to Dina Nasyrova for use of the header image—licensing—which is not of Merthyr Mawr. Continue reading →

Mist-spent Youth

05/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Possibly, maybe, kinda, potentially based on something I once couldn’t work out.

With thanks to Dimitar Donovski for the use of the header image, a photograph of a child standing in the middle of a misty field (licensing). Continue reading →

An Aubergine of Apology (or Eggplant of Repentance in North America)

01/10/202301/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Just over a year ago in August, 2022, a lecturer I follow on Twitter posted not only about it being her birthday, but also that she’d already received dick pics from two unknown senders to celebrate the fact.

What really took me by surprise was when she went on to Continue reading →

Lime II: Fruits of the Loon Revisited

21/09/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Transferring older poems to Instagram has allowed the opportunity to revisit them. Below, thoughts on the Fruits of the Loon series in particular pertaining to the piece on Lime. 

With thanks to Vino Li for use of the image of sliced lime, cropped and coloured by me (licensing). Continue reading →

Goodness Gracious

09/09/202309/09/2023 / N. P. Ryan

webheadpexels-dajana-reçi-13207700 - CopyHeat motivated poetry.

With thanks to Dajana Reçi for use of the header image (licensing). Continue reading →

Sabotage!

09/09/2023 / N. P. Ryan

webheadpexels-julissa-helmuth-3333554 (1234)Recounting the time I attempted to thwart two of the world’s greatest hunters and came out on top.

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She said it as a joke

03/09/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Poetry on a particular aspect of mental health.

With thanks to Elti Meshau for use of the header image (licensing). Continue reading →

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Poem #84

Poem #84: a story of persons met on holiday and their initial similarity to restaurant cutlery

Scare Bears: Worse for Everyone – scorching debut E.P. reviewed

Scare Bears: Worse for Everyone – scorching debut E.P. reviewed

Opening track ‘Scapegoat’ is a heart fully on sleeve response to the rise of the far right and its claim to genuinely care about the welfare of women. For its deep dive into the personal, it becomes a sharp social commentary delivered through an intelligently formed lyrical narrative

Sock It to Me

Sock It to Me

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AGGROCULTURE: scrumpydrinking thrashcore gimps – West Country bumpkin powerviolence at its gert lush best!

AGGROCULTURE: scrumpydrinking thrashcore gimps – West Country bumpkin powerviolence at its gert lush best!

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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Nice Weather S.A.D. Times

Written in essence on the 14th July   It’s better when The sun is out Not just warm But deep dry heat Holding the air World feels lighter Every

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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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