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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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The Holy Trinity
Integrated primary school classroom, Belfast. The P3s are having a Religious Education class. Teacher: “Can anyone tell me about the holy trinity?” [pause] Girl: “Well, miss, my daddy …” [Pause] Girl: “My daddy says …” [Pause] Girl: “… My daddy … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Christianity, cooking, Holy Trinity, Integrated education, Ken Hom, religion, Religious Education, writing
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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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Tagged Belfast, Cave Hill, Jason O'Rourke, rhyme, rhythm, short story, Vernacularisms, writing
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A View from the Abyss
This morning is different to the others. I awake lying naked on a plain of polished obsidian. It is lit by a dim, pale, light, as if the crescent moon were hidden behind a thin covering of cloud. The plain stretches … Continue reading
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Tagged anxiety, Belfast, demons, depression, exploitation, fantasy, fear, fiction, foraging, homonculus, hope, insecurity, isolation, Loss of confidence, mental health, Obsidian, Optimism, Ormeau Rd, paranoia, petrichor, self worth, self-esteem, short story, succubus, suicide, The Errigle Inn, Vernacularisms, WPLongform, writing
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A New Direction, Part 6.
Previous parts are here. If you haven’t been following the story, this episode won’t make any sense. Could be fun anyway though. *** “Is it just yourself for breakfast then?” The landlady looked Davy up and down with cool disapproval, eyebrows raised. … Continue reading
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Tagged Antrim, Ballintoy, Belfast, California, Carrick-a-Rede, Cushendall, Donegal, Gaoth Dobhair, Giant's Causeway, Gweedore, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Larry Bane Quarry, Rathlin Island, Rope Bridge, Satnav, short story, UTV, Vernacularisms, Whitepark Bay, writing
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The Selfish Gene?
“How come some people get away with it?” “Get away with what?” “They don’t suffer from unhappiness. Sure, they get pissed off every now and again when something goes wrong, but it’s temporary, a wee setback that doesn’t have any … Continue reading
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Tagged 1990, Belfast, bereavement, conflict, cruelty, depression, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, murder, paradox, psychology, psychopaths, relationships, Richard Dawkins, Sectarianism, selfish, short story, sociopaths, The Selfish Gene, The Silence of the Lambs, total melter, WP Longform, writing
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Guest Post: ‘Üpahats’ by Moochin’ Photoman.
There’s one. Where? Over on that wall. Can’t see it. Look it’s right in front of you. I AM looking. Can’t see it. Aye lookin’ but yer not fucken seeing are ya. All I can see is a German thing … Continue reading
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Postcards from the Edge, Part 3
Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here.
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Tagged 2002 Soccer World Cup, Belfast, Cameroon, confusion, Germany, Gibraltar, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Kimberly Inn, Kimberly Street, Literature, loyalism, Ormeau Road, racism, Sectarianism, short story, Spain Isreal, Union Flag, writing
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Vernacularisms 