Tuesday Poem – Splinters, by Keith Armstrong
Splinters (For My Father), by Keith Armstrong You picked splinters with a pin each day from under blackened fingernails; shreds of metal from the shipyard grime, minute memories of days swept by: the...
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The modern hunter-gatherer. Shopping trolley sculpture in Newcastle-upon-Tyne.
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