Francis Poole & Mark Terrill – Part 3

  from ULTRAZONE: TANGIER TOMBSTONE BLUES A collaborative work-in-progress Editor's Note: This is the third part in a weekly series of an...
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Eventually she got over the pain of having been left behind. After all, so much else had happened to remove the slight shadow this had cast over their relationship, a shadow he was never even aware of. And what use would it have been to dwell on that shadow?

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Now when I embrace it, silence, / especially at night, in the dark, I see my father’s // name, as if silence were a canvas he painted...

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Francis Poole & Mark Terrill – Part 2

By the time Moustapha had reached the café he was out of breath and stopped, put his hands on his knees, and looked out over the harbor and the Bay of Tangier. His ears were ringing with the blood pulsing through his head. The effects of the majoun and kif had begun to lessen and his legs felt heavy.

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Francis Poole & Mark Terrill – Part 1

It was that time of day when the length of a man’s shadow is the same as his height, and in the cemetery of the Anglican Church of St. Andrew in Tangier, Morocco, there’s one single shadow that always falls in the wrong direction.

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