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Three Monkeys Online

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Slovenia

  • Ljubljana

    Ljubljana is one of Europe's coolest capital cities, famed for its castle, beautiful bridges, vibran

  • Bad Days – a poem

    BAD DAYS The mist peels back for the rainfall, I feel the craziness once more.   In the wild eyes of an old man’s face I see his mirrored thoughts fouled by the bad days just gone, still trappe

  • More Than Meets The Eye – a poem

    MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE Iconic sleeve art for Pink Floyd Displays a triangular chunk of glass Alone on a black background, Dramatically separating a thin straight beam Into its constituent colours. Th

  • Hill 880 – a poem

    HILL 880 (Irish UN position South Lebanon)   Tonight, senses steeled against the black sky, we listen for the warring shadows. The storm is almost upon us. Bursts of coloured tracer attack the hi

  • An der Alster – a poem

    Wing beats of a wild duck Startled by my unlit prescence Drum into my consciousness A moment framed in time. I am again before a dark city lake On a winter’s evening Behind me the half-heard sou
  • fred astaire poem tom brace

    Fred Astaire – a poem

    Fred Astaire When I was nineteen I laughed At what I heard people call your “Art”. Art! Like Joyce or Jean Paul Sarte? No. I had you firmly in a bracket. Somewhere between Elvis Presley And Bob Cr

  • Tread Softly – a poem

    TREAD SOFTLY It’s raining, always is, that sticky hazy rain that gets down your neck, behind your ears and saturates your face, your hair as soon as you step from the vehicle even though the uniform

  • Next Stop – a short story

     Sarah was late, but that wasn’t her fault, that was the fault of the British rail system. Still, she could sense the anger in the way he held the steering wheel, in the way he changed gears. She w

  • Keeper of the Grooves- a poem

    KEEPER OF THE GROOVES For P.McL. It crept up out of the blue Long after I first listened To the affable bluff and ardour That wafted in spurts on air. An above-par package Between hand-picked tracks.

  • Skeleton Head – a poem

    SKELETON HEAD Kosovo minefields Out there in the black field a metal skeleton with a helmet on its head studies me – anticipates my every step, tallies my birthdays.   Its grave is tracked with
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