Niall OConnor

All content: ©Copyright I am a writer. A writer I am. I put words together until they fit. From this I get pleasure. #bunaterin #dublinepost #nialloconnor #poems #shortstories #poetry

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Friday, April 5, 2024

Life and Death.

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When I moved to the countryside the killing started: first spiders, and predator wasps, then mice and rats, vine weevils and fly, beet...

Friday, March 15, 2024

Three Wise Men

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H appiness is not defined by complexity of construction, and a happy fool is often better company than a sad and bitter sophist. We som...

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Friday, March 8, 2024

Piazza del Tango

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In the Piazza del Tango, the dancers have no name, the sinuous make love to the sinewed, and old men can strut without shame. Above the r...

Friday, March 1, 2024

Hands

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one hand greets the many explore minds are channelled to both paper and mime fingers lead us to our rhyme. like railway tracks, they le...

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Tuesday, February 20, 2024

The Gardener's Fork

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His father’s gardening fork sits comfortably in new hands, smoothened shaft already changed at least three times, over two contiguous li...

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