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A Brief And Final Farewell From The Red Haired Girl In Bantry.

Listen my love As you take my hand As we walk gently to the town’s fair I can no longer love you in the way that you wish under Wolfs Tone’s marbled stare. You see my Ma thinks that we have no future...

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Every Morning

Sometimes I open the blinds to witness the dark at four o’clock in all its stillness. But more often than not I keep them closed, till the Sun insists its alive and well, screaming into the darkness...

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Fear Of The Calm.

The quiet was deafening. The silence roared in my face as the workman signed off on another job, smiling as the payment cleared. In fear of the calm, the hammer and nail withdrawn, I turned on the...

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Scenes From A Black And White Photograph: The Sandcastle.

A memory of childhood sets with the sun on a desolate beach as whispers of tall grass watch over forgotten sands where once heavy footsteps danced around fires and final beats of misheard laughter,...

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Your Presence.

Your life, in pictures, is a reminder of how I feel about You. You are beside My working desk, You overlook me, as I stretch and yawn in the middle of the night, you as a child when I had to leave,...

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From On High they Swoop.

White beaked Messerschmitts take vantage position on the decaying church roof as they crowd and wait with piercing eyes the early morning frenzy of laid down black bags the parcel corpses of the...

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Deserted.

Lonely is the sand that is not touched by the sea Ian D. Hall 2022

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This Way Comes Geoff…

What if we have been mispronouncing the Grim Reaper’s name wrong for all of humanity’s time on Earth. What if early humans were visited by the figure in black, the scythe held ungainly in the air as...

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Kintsugi Tupperware.

You are the gold that is injected into my tired and weary veins, but still  I feel that my cracked and broken soul will never be anything other than Tupperware in a dishwasher; orange stained from...

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Peek.

I never wanted to stand alone on the peek, for me it was enough to be  in the crowd and see it from base camp. Ian D. Hall 2023

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