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Tag Archives: Ravenhill Road
Guest Post: ‘from a kitchen on ravenhill’, by Martin McKenna.
as rain sloshed everything else, you in my gut, again. i try to think about outside, again. buck chopping board smile, the sag of my knives give away the other side. spear through to blot bottle of wine … Continue reading
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Guest Post: ‘The Days I Remember,’ By Larry Mac.
I went to school away up the back of the Shore Road. St Aloysius. Near Bearnageegha. I think Barny was a better school. Everybody knew it was. But sure, a school is a school no matter what type of education … Continue reading
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Tagged Bearnageegha, Belfast, City Hall, fighting, friends, gangs, Harper Street, New Lodge, orphanage, Ravenhill Road, school bus, schooldays, Shore Road, Short Strand, Smoking, St Aloysius
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Magic Tree
October was starting to get cold, so on my way to the child-minder’s house I had dropped in to the petrol station on the Ravenhill Road to get turf for the fire and some groceries. I was numbingly tired, so … Continue reading
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