Marie McGrath

Joined June 2021

161 stories

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Things that have saved me:

Animals

Music

Sense of Humor

Writing

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Tariffs
You say we can’t Trump tariffs then? The bronze one did reply: You’re going to have to pay the price Go on, Canada, try.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Poets
Perhaps
Perhaps it was folly drew me to the web the attic where unconsciousness flows. Perhaps one lone kindness dared to sweep
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Poets
Donkey
“It’s a fine day,” Donkey said to the barn cat. She was stretched out in the run-in, capturing the sun’s rays where they dappled across her soft fur.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Families
Love Posts
"You post so much. They can't look at everything. It'd take hours," Simon said to me. "You're diluting the efficacy."
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Fiction
His Eyes
His dark, deep eyes Found my heart Where sadness had reigned. His heart, full and free Agreed to the love I had to give
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Poets
The Appointment Room
Wondering what time it was, Helena scanned the busy corridors. She didn’t have a watch and there were hardly ever wall clocks any more. Late no doubt. This sort of situation always caused her great anxiety to the point of panic. She hated inconveniencing people, and tardy arrival was something she tried very hard to avoid.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Psyche
Sweet Release
She saw the sparkle in that night Such light ephemeral Its source she thought was candle sent Until the face she saw.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Poets
My love
You took your love away from me Damned me to the abyss You stole my trust so carelessly But know you’ve left me this
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Poets
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 McGrath12 months 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 McGrath12 months 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 McGrath12 months 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 McGrath12 months ago in Poets