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Tag Archives: Botanic Gardens
Guest Post: ‘City Isles,’ by Ceardha Morgan.
I chart the city by its parks; green islands linked by the redbrick roads. An archipelago of forty, founded by city fathers many years ago in benevolence and self interest; oases amongst the mills, factories, shipyard smoke, noise and the … Continue reading
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Tagged Alexandra Park, Belfast, Belfast Corporation, Belfast Lough, Botanic Gardens, Bowling Green, dreaming, Dunville Park, escape, Falls Park, fountain, Goliath, James Craig, Landrovers, Lost Boys, Mens sana in corpore sano, murder, nostalgia, Ormeau Park, Palm House, Samson, serenity, Spring, Summer, trees, tribes, Victoria Park, Waterworks, Woodvale Park, WP Longform
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You are my Sunshine
It‘s a beautiful spring morning, and I’m in the gloom of the bedroom getting dressed. The rest of the house is flooded with light; the large windows give uninterrupted views of Rugby Road and the Botanic Gardens; fresh budding trees, … Continue reading
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Tagged 1973, Augusto Pinochet, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Chile, Communists, denouncing neighbours, emigration, ghost story, guilt, infanticide, Jason O'Rourke, limbo, Literature, Military Coup, murder, Ormeau Road, Rugby Road, secret police, short story, Trade Unionists, Witch Hazel, writing
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Blue Valentines, Part II.
Looking back, just over a year later, I can still remember it with amazing clarity. It is cold today – as it was on that day, a week after Valentine’s. I am cosy beside a glowing coal fire as I … Continue reading
Blue Valentines
Valentine’s Day didn’t start well: I’d woken way before the alarm, and then been forced to eat an unwanted early breakfast. Still half-asleep, I burned the toast. Before my ultrasound scan at the City Hospital, I was required to fast … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Belfast City Hospital, Billet-Doux, Botanic Gardens, Florentino Ariza, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Jason O'Rourke, KFC, Literature, loneliness, love, Love in the Time of Cholera, love letter, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Road, Queen's University, Rugby Avenue, short story, Spring, Valentine's Card, Valentine's Day, writing
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Go Ahead
It’s been a miserable week so far, what with the news about Jim’s dad needing chemo, and the heavy snow interrupting things. I really don’t understand how one night of snowfall can bring the whole city to a standstill like … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Belfast, Bodhrán, Botanic Gardens, Chemotherapy, Cormorant, Green Man, ice, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, lovers, Lower Ormeau Road, Maysfield, Ormeau Road, Peace, Rhododendron, River Lagan, Rutland Street, sculpture, Seamus Heaney, short story, slush, snow, snowball fight, snowman, Stranmillis Embankment, The Market, Tin Whistle, Witch Hazel, writing
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The Road to Damascus
You know when you’re just minding your own business and all of a sudden something happens and you’re like, Oh Sweet Jesus, because it’s totally unexpected and unwanted. So there’s me, walking back from the town, and I cut through … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Damascus Street, Gypsy, Holylands, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rory McIlroy, shame, short story, writing
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Snapshot
I got a few strange looks. This didn’t surprise me, because my activity was a wee bit unusual. Photographers tend to be forgiven their abnormal behaviour, but in my case, today’s photographic expedition had been to get pictures of some … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Forestside, Holylands, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Post-Modern, postmodernism, short story, writing
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Teenage Kicks
We are heading for the Botanic Gardens on a Sunday walk, leisurely, hand in hand. There are dry autumn leaves to be kicked; they have collected in eddying drifts on the pavement of Ava Avenue. At the Annadale Flats we … Continue reading
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Tagged Annadale Flats, Ava Avenue, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Jason O'Rourke, King's Bridge, Literature, writing
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