Ireland

I am not a shark

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has MacHeath, babe And it keeps it way out of sight When that shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows begin to spread Fancy gloves, wears old MacHeath, babe So there’s never, never a trace of red    […]

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The Swimmer

Today, a short story I wrote in 2011. This is dedicated to open water lovers and friends of the seas and oceans everywhere.   The Swimmer We pulled up to the railway track in my old Golf. Visibility had been terrible as we wound our way down the road towards the coast and now that

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