Marie McGrath

Joined June 2021

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It will be the death of me. Top Story - January 2025.
For some unknown reason, I don't fear death. At least that's what I tell myself, fairly reassuringly, from time to time.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Writers
Quiet Places
There are no quiet places For the tortured spirit. There is the promise of tomorrow. There is the font of faith. But there are no quiet places
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
Work in Progress
"Luca, come on, come on, answer your phone. Why isn’t he answering?” “Calm down and catch your breath,” Gino suggested, though he, too, was becoming anxious. “You’ve left enough messages. No point in leaving more.”
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
Tain - a Cuchulain legend
From the slums and barracks of Emain Macha The latter-day Cuchulain Has routed the pulsating hordes Of the Queen.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
My Story
This story begins as does all stories, at the beginning. It then bulks up in the middle and thereabouts and, finally, tapers off at the other end.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Humor
My guilty obsession, UK
I'm from Ireland, though I was plunked at a young age by my parents in the heart of Canada. Going back home for visits has been a regular indulgence for me over the decades. At first, l would stay with amazingly welcoming relatives or, when I was old enough to rent a car, in hotels hither and thither about the entirety of Ireland.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Feast
The Tempers
INSPIRATION Born of pain Fashioned by lust It falls as blossoms From the tree Where once I grew And found my voice
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
Caress
Tiny they are And yet so potent They touch Their thin caress elucidates The worlds that ever were It heralds those that are to come.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
The Rose of Revolution
The rose of revolution is red With teardrops caressing its glossed cheeks Fired by nature’s plentiful wishes for Long life and constant bloom
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
Picture
When I say I couldn’t love you more I know that it’s a lie For every day my heart expands and every day I try To picture us as once we were and as we both will be
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
One Husband Too Many
He was late. Jake had fallen asleep before setting his alarm for 6:15 a.m. When he woke to find himself slumped in the recliner with the TV still blaring, he didn’t feel much like going to work. He had less of a hangover than usual but still wished he had some ‘hair of the dog’ on hand. He’d started his report on last night’s murder, but quickly realized he didn’t have enough information to move any further on it. He’d have to make a few stops today to get what he needed.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
This love
Whomever these small words might touch Whose eyes find their intent May know the story of their birth Their hue, their curve, their scent.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets