Tag Archives: Ormeau Road

Where be the Blackbird?

Posted on July 7, 2019 by jasonoruairc

I know where he be. Next door’s front garden, head cocked to one side, orange beak grasping an almost-ripe cherry from my tree. I look round at the tree: the slender branch, once perilously bowed under the weight of its … Continue reading →

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Guest Post: ‘The Circus’ by Harry Bradley

Posted on January 25, 2018 by jasonoruairc

As I roved down by Carlisle Circus a fire was in my head, And I didn’t know if it was the drink I’d drunk or the week of tea instead, aye-oh, or the weak auld tea instead. For the girls … Continue reading →

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Today’s Existentialist Rant

Posted on September 16, 2016 by jasonoruairc

Driving back up the road after dropping my daughter off at school, I notice a middle-aged woman wrangling a blue wheelie bin into position outside her back gate. She looks miserable, the corners of her mouth turned down into a substantial, world-hating … Continue reading →

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Cars, Ormeau Road, Part 2.

Posted on April 28, 2016 by jasonoruairc

Black Maserati, revving; stuck in traffic.  

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Cars, Ormeau Road, 1.

Posted on September 4, 2015 by jasonoruairc

The roar of a high-performance engine and the squeal of tyres turns my head. A shining, beefed-up muscular mini, containing a skinny young man with short hair and wearing dark glasses, speeds down the hill towards town. The man’s tattooed right arm is hanging out … Continue reading →

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Not my Job

Posted on March 30, 2015 by jasonoruairc

The end-of-terrace house is being done up. There is a high ladder up against the flat expanse of the gable end, and at the top of it a builder in a high-vis jacket is putting on the final layer of cream … Continue reading →

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One Moment

Posted on February 23, 2015 by jasonoruairc

There’s a pink balloon blowing along beside the path in the Ormeau Park, left over from some charity event. The wee girl is delighted to find it, and lifting it runs along through the tall gates and onto the broad … Continue reading →

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Postcards from the Edge, Part 3

Posted on June 2, 2014 by jasonoruairc

Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here.      

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House Party

Posted on May 19, 2014 by jasonoruairc

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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The Breakup

Posted on April 27, 2014 by jasonoruairc

Shelved, the teapot slowly gathers dust.

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