Author Archives: Mark Davoren

A Night With A Friend

John came into the bedroom and perched on the side of the bed, the duvet turned back at the corner ready for him to get in. His teeth were freshly brushed, and all other ablutions taken care of. He undressed … Continue reading

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A Shot in the Dark

Hello. May I ask you a question? Oh thanks, that’s kind of you. Well, it’s like this: if you knew you were going to die, tomorrow say, would you do anything different, today? Sorry, I should probably introduce myself properly, … Continue reading

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Étranger

Lying, hidden Among the dunes, The eyes searching A barren view. The blowing sands Of the desert Honing each sense, Sharp to the bone.   Nothing to think Or dwell upon. Emotionless. Waiting, waiting. The call to arms: Cold, clinical, … Continue reading

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The Little World of Giovanni Guareschi

As a young child growing up, I was fascinated by a book on my parent’s bookshelf – The Little World of Don Camillo by Giovanni Guareschi – with its funny little cartoon pictures of an angelic looking character being tormented … Continue reading

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True Love?

I knew little of you, A close friend’s claim to fame. Wanted me to meet you, Looking for my acclaim.   As you entered the snug, You took my breath away. All’s fair in love and war, Isn’t that what … Continue reading

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First they came for…

Everybody recalls that quote, but do you know who said it? I did until, for some inexplicable reason, I attributed it to someone else in a recent discussion with friends. The man I credited it to was Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a … Continue reading

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Love Shouldn’t Hurt

Always the victim. Now a hollow victory. ‘And one more thing,’ he’d said. How the bloodied knife glistened. His fallen body, inert.   © Mark Davoren 2012

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