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Tunis breathes Carthage
The world unfolds,
delicate,
a scent of jasmine,
morning of arabica.
I am dripping in serenity
nothing of walled or violent conspiracies.
These pavements show me infinite life,
achingly hot medina offerings,
winding, pulling me inward,
motherly held, soft voice
WRITING
Short story: Robin Hoody
Short story: Cinders
Extract from novel in progress:
Frost Flower
Origins of 'The Broken Rainbow novel'
Extract from: The Broken Rainbow
Poetry as activism
Extract from work in progress (part of larger fairy tale collection) short story 'Red Jack'
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