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Month: March 2017

Ransacking

Ransacking my past, Picking moments that are fizzing in the nooks and Crannies of my memory.   A Nugget.   Sitting with Andy in Queen’s Park. Outside the Glass Houses. […]
Ransacking

Marina

On a train Bound for Paris, I meet Marina.   She is slim, dark haired and Palestinian.   Her uncle has something to do With the PLO.   It is […]
Marina