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IN THE CAPITAL by Michael Bazzett
It is a hillside town: houses stacked like pottery on shelves. From the window you see two schoolgirls walking uphill holding books to their chests, white socks drooping in the heat. The man painting the water tank of a building across the valley has descended to the shade to eat his lunch.
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RADIO TRANSMISSIONS IN MORSE CODE by P.J. Williams
Origin: 39° 25′ 1.992” N, 84° 55′ 40.0074” W Have found shelter in questions / at the cross of tongues / prophets hissing out another shallow monster / My own flattened mouth /
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RADIO TRANSMISSIONS IN MORSE CODE (m+39) by P.J. Williams
Origin: 30° 55′ 28.1634” N, 85° 44′ 19.9818” W I’m trying to say Hell is untied & empty / My stomach again a carcass in place of prayer / Each new fire is salt /
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