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Eucalypts in Exile

From the March 2010 Print Edition

They’ve had so many jobs: boiling African porridge. Being printed on. Paving Paris, flying in her revolutions. Supporting a stork’s nest in Spain. Their suits are neater abroad, of denser drape, unnibbled: they’ve left their parasites at home. They flower out of bullets and, without any . . . . Continue Reading »

Visiting Geneva

From the February 2009 Print Edition

I came to Geneva by the bullet train up from church kero lamps” it must have been the bullet train. I rolled in on a Sunday to that jeweled circling city and everything was closed in the old-fashioned way. In the city of Palais and moored Secretariat I arrived in spring when the Ferraris came . . . . Continue Reading »

Eucalypts in Exile

From the March 2008 Print Edition

They’ve had so many jobs: boiling African porridge. Being printed on. Paving Paris, flying in her revolutions. Supporting a stork’s nest in Spain. Their suits are neater abroad, of denser drape, unnibbled: they’ve left their parasites at home. They flower out of bullets and, . . . . Continue Reading »