a poem to end a long week and derail Monday – and perhaps to put one’s heart on one’s sleeve. Indulge. Casabianca Love’s the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite “The boy stood on the burning deck”. Love’s the son stood stammering elocution while the poor ship in flames went down. Love’s … Continue reading »
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I remember how, after seeing Notre Dame in Paris for the first time, loneliness arrived without any warning. I was alone, my Algerian companion was either shopping or plotting with her comrades their own revolution, when I decided to go around the city, to visit sites that I initially thought to be too touristy. My … Continue reading »
