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Monthly Archives: May 2014
Guest Post: ‘Oh, Oberon,’ by Fiona Larkin.
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Tagged Belfast, East Belfast, fairies, Fiona Larkin, Ireland, Literature, Oberon Street, Photography, piseog, Shakespeare, short story, Titania, writing
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House Party
The house next door has been empty for around a month now. The Housing Executive haven’t got round to installing those brown perforated metal shutters over the doors and windows yet, and the place is being used as a party … Continue reading
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Tagged alcoholic, Belfast, blood, cats, drugs, Housing Executive, Jackie Chan, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Road, party house, Rutland St, sash windows, short story, skinhead, USPCA, violence, writing
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Guest Post: ‘Loving a Belfast Boy,’ by Pól Deeds.
. Our sun sets when you close your eyes. . Whatever time of day you sleep, The world ends in some way, And we Are left, then, emptied of you. Without your glow Utensils clang and clatter, doors Bang. Lowered … Continue reading
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Tagged 'My Ma thinks I'll be in bed early.', Belfast, cancer, Celtic FC, child, death, Fundraising, grief, inspiration, loss, Neuroblastoma, Oscar Knox, Pól Deeds, Wee Oscar
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Vernacularisms 