Tag Archives: Vernacularisms

Guest post: ‘sometimes’, by Martin McKenna

sometimes when the traffic weakens you feel you could have the run of the city in memorium. when there were no capitalisations, only silent confetti   and these light needles back through these shut blinds seam all the day mine. … Continue reading

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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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No Laughing Matter

Nobody knew where it came from, or how it spread so far, so quickly. It appeared on three continents in the course of one day; a mark on the calendar that became portentously known as Day 1. It was soon … Continue reading

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Guest Post: ‘A Genius’ by Colin Dardis.

It is 2:30am when Graham spies me from across the road. Uh-oh. I said goodnight to Graham about an hour and a half ago so I could go and finish the night off in the gambling parlour, and now I … Continue reading

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Today’s Existentialist Rant

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.

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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The Sharp End

The pencils weren’t going to last. Even as she’d bunched them into the pot with their less-desirable, less-prestigious, workaday blue and red cousins, she knew it. They would walk when she was out of the room, borrowed never to be … 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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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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