The Meadow Annual Literary Arts Journal 2018

The Meadow 191 Upper and Lower Ruth Holzer Portobello Road, unlovely main artery of the marginal, where a woman in a mangy fur jacket sat by the window of the corner café, devouring a basin of beets and potatoes, ceaselessly, breathlessly pushing in her loaded spoon. Where a laborer slung his shovelful of heavy wet cement at the curb and declared, The Queen’s arse , plainly, to no one in particular.

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