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LITERATURE: The Good Night Kiss

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The Good Night Kiss  Written byJohanna O’Mahony

The old man sits on the big leather armchair Sunken small shrivelled No longer unaided can function Angst and fear shine in his eyes
The colossus that worked from dawn to dusk Shovelled stone by day Piked hay by the evening light No longer strong in body But strong in mind Humour always his ally and love always his strength
I see the younger man Sitting on the sugan chair Waiting on the goodnight kiss Arms wrapped tight around his neck
Grandchildren now play at his feet A reminder of times gone before They await his kiss goodnight Not knowing there will be no more
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About the Author Johanna is a wise soul who explores the creative art of poetry – an inner release of thoughts, emotions and words. 
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LITERATURE: The Blue Man

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Guest Post, written by Johnny Abraham The Blue Man 

I don’t want to sound crazy, that’s why I never talk about the time I saw the blue man, but I feel his story should be told. I will do my best, at any rate, to tell you what I perceived, thought and felt when I saw him there in the woods, clothed in an old tailored suit and surrounded by an orb of blue.
My parents used to live in rural West Virginia, in a house surrounded by woods. There I had seen rattlesnakes basking on sunlit rocks jetting out of the dark soil into the hilly, rugged woods. I had walked up on black bears bigger than me, had heard coyotes yelping. There was a spring-fed creek about a hundred yards back behind the house, down into the woods, where I would go to soothe my soul. There were boulders and caves, and I would go up to them to ponder.
It was on one of those walks which I saw a man, approaching from the ridge to my left, tracing a path through the woods down towards the creek on my right, which I assu…

HIST & MYTH: Lugh - God of Many Roles

Post 229. Written by Ben Kesp. 




Lugh is certainly a powerful deity in Irish mythology and has earned his name as the god of skill, talent and later became known more as the God of Light or Solar God similar to the Greco-Roman God Apollo. Storm God is another of his roles and it’s often mentioned in Ireland in County Mayo that during a thunder storm, Lugh and his grandfather Balor are battling in the skies overhead. 
The tale of his birth tells us that his mother Ethlinn was imprisoned in a tower on Tory Island off the north coast of Ireland by her father Balor, ruler of the mighty Fomorians, a race of giants and enemies to the Tuatha Dé Danann (Irish Gods). His reasons for doing this act was so that his daughter would never lay eyes on a man, as Balor feared a druid's prophesy that one day his grandson would kill him. However Cian, the son of Dian Cécht, God of Healingand Health of the Danann, heard of the trapped princess, and with the help of Biróg, a fairy woman, she transports …