The child screaming in the block of public toilets
Echoes just like the children loaded into APCs
At the village where Willard meets Kilgore
The toilets much like the Americans care
Seeming to offer help from afar
But demanding their twenty pence worth
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Goodness Gracious
Heat motivated poetry.
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The Conquered Walk
Thoughts while walking home from the pub one recent night.
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Dark Side of the Lawn
I love the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. Do you cut yours in a straight line or with a twist like this?
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I Scream at Ice Cream
It’s summer: the weather is scintillating (for a change); so what could be better than ice cream?
Summer Lovin’ (call me a cab)
A short story about the memories a beautiful summer can bring. Continue reading
Don’t Sweat It
The inspiration for this poem speaks for itself. Good thing, as I’ve no intention of ever mentioning it again.
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The day of walking by the lake with Thoughts on Epitaph my sunglasses also broke. It happened first, as did the idea for this; a poem about being kept in the dark.
Thoughts on Epitaph
It’s always good to plan ahead. I thought of this while out for a walk by the lake on a beautifully perfect sunny summer’s day.
N. P. Ryan 