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Tag Archives: Ormeau Road
South Central Belfast
Rare birds have flown thousands of miles to land on the Lower Ormeau Road. It is a glorious summer Saturday and I am going across town to visit a friend who lives on the Antrim Road. They are standing outside … Continue reading
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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Political Football
He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Simple as that. It could so easily have been me. I am still selfishly grateful that he was there in front of me, that his action saved me from the … Continue reading
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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Moon Child
During the winter it gets dark early in Belfast. You may grudgingly accept that this is the price you pay for those heady long summer nights, but even so, it’s December now, and June is a long way off. It’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Crescent Moon, Gibbous Moon, Jason O'Rourke, Kimberley Street, Literature, Magic, Ormeau Road, short story, Waxing Moon, writing
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Shoe
Me and my Italian friend Marco have been playing tunes in the Duke of York. It’s been a brilliant session: great tunes, no head-melters, and a few pints. Even better, there is talk of a party at the house of … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, car crash, death, Duke of York, Dungannon, Harp, Irish Music, Italian, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rosetta, Shoe, short story, Tableau, taxi, Tyrone, writing
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