28.0: SECRET CITIES

Poetry guest edited by David Prater




Paper Object Town

dear jones: i should never have come this place it is beyond desolation

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Proportions

Stone bowls,

inflated to the size of small ponds, their brims shimmering with flowers. I see them waiting at intersections, walking the streets, at the square, high in the air, everywhere-

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Concentrate on the Utensils’ Constructions

It is not uncommon to accept dinner invitations here. An evening with a Chinese ambassador, a Chef and a Snake Charmer is unexpected. The dates are closely timed. Each man wants me for himself. A tour bus arrives to cheer …

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Wikipedia

What is this on Wikipedia's web? The delicate feelers of a roach caught behind the screen? What exactly is it? A piece of a nun's habit, a headdress she forgot to put on? What? The wing of an insect torn …

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A City

Children's laughter and their mothers' gossip was returning to the market place after years of random kidnappings, suicide bombings and sniper attacks but caveman needs evolved into beliefs too powerful to remain at peace: an invisible guide born in a …

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at the experimental art foundation

first rain in months what little hair i have plastered on my scalp as i cross the wet city to leave some copies of micromacro at the dark horsey          growing from the grating framed in red brick and aluminium is …

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Aerodynamics of Bees

At first it looks like a dance, the two of us bombus, a swarm delirious with body heat. In the bedroom we are hidden from the city – an emerald set into the harbour, a flawed, crystalline knuckle duster. It's …

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A Bookish City

Within the borders of the city front, back and spine, I walks. Wandering along streets lined with Century Schoolbook, flanked by commuters in black tie. At the office, a newborn celebutante wails and cries repeatedly, testing modern lungs. I immediately …

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No One Wants to Fly to Brussels on a Saturday

Here we are again. Alone in the stale air of the airport terminal we passed each other a collection of blank glances. Up here anything seems possible. 'Do you have any hobbies?' 'Anchovies,' she replied.

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Dacia Express

23:25 The city as we passed through it was heavy with the vibration of tears. A trembling wasteland of ashes dancing Curved blade of the river cleaving through the middle. Melancholy rising from the bullet holes where the streets coiled …

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accretion to smuggle

(The Everyday English Dictionary)   secret: I have stolen things — bricks an old mortarboard handfuls of cement dust smuggled in my pockets   city: everyone and their cats and dogs the press of legs accretions of noise dirt smog …

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is there more to worry than lunch?

well before advertising shouted fresh a woman down Hunter St decorates her window as purveyor of edibles, proprietress of freshness she has no telephone to ring for supplies food webs of people seek her out carting fuel on foot, she's …

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