Skip to main content

An Infamous Wee - Mag 268

© Shers Gallagher 2015

In this narcissistic age
with everyone a 5-second star
of blogs and meals and secret thrills,
of our kids with frogs and snails
and their puppy dog tales....

So it is with Manekin Pis,
the naked little Belgian boy
and his 5-second self-pee,
urinating with glee
while capturing his wee for all
he twitters and tweets to see.
Such are the times we live in!


  1. Funny, good poem. I think this week on Magpie is going to be great. That picture will lead to so much comedy.


  2. Sharp, perceptive and very well done.

  3. Ha.. I think we are all subject to these issues.. though rather not when I'm peeing.

  4. very funny and so to the point!

  5. Hi there! The Good Wife is my number one favorite network show! Stellar writing and acting. And of course you are right, most politicians are narcissists and we vote them into office.

    I love your take on the image this week!

  6. I am staring into the glass and unable to look away !

  7. Like the way you combined the Mag with Manneken Pis - much fun!


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Raised by a Fly-boy Father...who could not sit still

©Shers Gallagher 2016
Over miles with him we 'rode or bust' to this and that highway and some other byway that stretched across the Great Divide.  He settled in the end, back to where he started. And I, like him, having been raised in motion, could not sit still. Over miles alone I trekked across lava rock that glistened like jagged points of death and Steppes that went nowhere until they sank into the sun. Only then, like my father, did I arrive with a yearning  to come back home.
Aisling Books

The Call

©Shers Gallagher 2016
The days grow colder and my heart grows bolder
to hear the call of the totem wolf, 
though limbs begin to rattle like the branches of a tree
as leaves turn bright before they fade and quietly fall,
drifting down and crumbling into air 
that smells of crackling pine and roasting logs of cedar.
I missed you then as I miss you now. 
But most of all I miss my youth 
and the dance I used to be.
Not the dance of whirring bees,
because I never was a hostile takeover. 
I miss the playful shadows of light
and soft breezes on silken feathers.
I miss the easiness of then, 
though, in truth I’m more physically comfortable now. 
And yet I’d give it all up for only a few more 
playful shadows of twilight and silken days. 

Aisling Books

Concentration camp survivors found to live longer than peers

[The story of this picture can be found at:]

by Thijs Wolters [translated by Sherry Gallagher & Rob Bitter]
Jews who were in their puberty or young adulthood during the Second World War, and in a concentration camp or in hiding, appear to be living longer than their peers who fled the Holocaust. This comes from research done by two University of Leiden professors, Marinus van Ijzendoorn and Marian Bakermans-Kranenburg, with two Israeli colleagues who published their findings in ‘PLOS ONE’[an open access peer-reviewed scientific journal published by the Public Library of Science since 2006]. In their research they investigated more than 55,000 Polish Jews: people who moved to the then British Mandate Territory of Palestine and survivors of the Holocaust immigrating to Israel between 1945-50. The survivors of especially males from the Holocaust appear to live longer on average than those having…