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Tag Archives: Belfast
Cars, Ormeau Road, Part 2.
Black Maserati, revving; stuck in traffic.
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Guest Post: ‘A New Corner’ by Claire Savage
Royal Avenue hums with activity the further along she goes, pedestrians filtering in from side streets; dropping out of shop doorways and sliding into the throng from the Metros. The buses cut a path past Castlecourt, Tesco, McDonalds, like pink … Continue reading
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Guest post: ‘This Place’ by Duke Special
This is where I live The place where the rivers run Where we all suck the same air Poet, punk, rag toe, heel, fucker, friend and foe This is the place I knelt and fell all tongues and spirit Where … Continue reading
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The Holy Trinity
Integrated primary school classroom, Belfast. The P3s are having a Religious Education class. Teacher: “Can anyone tell me about the holy trinity?” [pause] Girl: “Well, miss, my daddy …” [Pause] Girl: “My daddy says …” [Pause] Girl: “… My daddy … Continue reading
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Belfast, from Cave Hill
Dreamers• schemers• bathroom cleaners• pipers• snipers• windscreen-wipers• typists• rascists• papists • rapists• spankers• bankers• wankers• outflankers• peace-makers• bakers• risk-takers• orgasm-fakers• fighters• writers• pillow-biters• shite-talkers• stalkers• hill-walkers• hawkers• porkers• growlers• prowlers• full-moon howlers• petty thieves• kickers of leaves• healers• peelers• drug-dealers• arse-feelers• dog-breeders• … Continue reading
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Guest Post: ‘Mr Gabor’s Day Out,’ by Michael Costello.
Mr Gabor had a problem. Standing in front of him was a pretty young girl waving her arms and speaking very slowly. She appeared to be saying the word ‘DOWN!’ quite loudly, as if she assumed he was hard of … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, busking, Chase Fetele, City Hall, Țăranul Fericit, fiction, horn violin, immigration, Recea, Romania, Romanians, short story, Vernacularisms, Vine Noaptea, violin
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A View from the Abyss
This morning is different to the others. I awake lying naked on a plain of polished obsidian. It is lit by a dim, pale, light, as if the crescent moon were hidden behind a thin covering of cloud. The plain stretches … Continue reading
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Guest Post: ‘Spencer, my Planter Moniker,’ by Brian John Spencer.
‘The civil tongue that masks the uncivil mind.’ Eamon met a minister. The calvinist cleric called him “Seamus.” My friend corrected him. The preacher cooly followed, “Same thing.” “What’s your name?” “Robert,” responded the minister. “Ok great, William.” My friend … Continue reading
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