She always lied that oneA right mad lying cowSlipping the stuff out bit by bitThe good stuff now, not the rubbishShe had a fine eye for it The old man didn’t noticeHow would he, expiring on that couchWith the far end worn right downFrom his feet with all their pressingLike kneading the wall of a womb You had to hand it to the vikingsPiling themselves and all their stuffOn … [Read more...] about Remains, By: Paddy Kelly
Paddy Kelly
About Paddy Kelly
Paddy Kelly was born in Ireland and narrowly avoided being a farmer. A romantic accident moved him to Sweden where he remains to this day, now a huge fan of standing in line, wind-driven snow and fermented fish. He’s had stories, poems and articles published all over, in places ranging from The Irish Times to Analog Science Fiction. He works as a technical writer, using small words to explain big things. Among his hobbies are urban hiking, Belly Dance, board gaming, acorns and, perhaps ironically, farming.
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