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Dark Side of the Lawn

May 14, 2022May 15, 2022 / N. P. Ryan

marcel-l-E4sL7IrHy04-unsplashI love the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. Do you cut yours in a straight line or with a twist like this?

With thanks to Marcel L. for use of the image. Continue reading →

I Scream at Ice Cream

June 12, 2021August 30, 2021 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

It’s summer: the weather is scintillating (for a change); so what could be better than ice cream?

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Summer Lovin’ (call me a cab)

April 7, 2019May 12, 2019 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

A short story about the memories a beautiful summer can bring. Continue reading →

Don’t Sweat It

July 30, 2018July 17, 2021 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

The inspiration for this poem speaks for itself. Good thing, as I’ve no intention of ever mentioning it again.

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Shaded

July 8, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

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.

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Thoughts on Epitaph

June 27, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

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.

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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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A collection of twelve short poems never more than thirty-six words long. From subjects such as friends, middle-age, still being cool despite the former, lies, food, family, cats, being rude, tradition and more! With thanks to EVJF GREG for use of the image.

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Poetry without comment beyond thanks to Hannah Lim for use of the image.

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