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RADIO TRANSMISSIONS IN MORSE CODE (m+46) by P.J. Williams

Origin: 37° 50′ 53.3436” N, 85° 28′ 1.5744” W

What harmony / each
body a score of bones / Dawn
music solemn / shapes

re-form / Each sea &                         
its eroded shore / Patience

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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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RADIO TRANSMISSIONS IN MORSE CODE (m+11) by P.J. Williams

Origin: 34° 30′ 34.5522” N, 88° 45′ 20.214” W

How many millions                           
headswollen / sinking / so soon                           
asleep / How loss is                           

tongued / no / no / he’s gone /

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RADIO TRANSMISSIONS IN MORSE CODE (m+3) 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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INTRODUCTION TO RADIO TRANSMISSIONS IN MORSE CODE by P.J. Williams

“These poems are from a larger project called Zero Sum, and they come from a section of the manuscript in which the speaker survives a cataclysmic event. Over the days and weeks following, he overhears on his radio these Morse code transmissions in between the interference and static. He translates them as best he can and organizes them into poems.

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MAP (7) by Ye Chun

7. Olympia, Washington

The Pacific Ocean shovels coals in the distance.
My drunk friends drop pebbles at me as I lie
on the couch losing water. Be happy, be happy, be happy.
I’m trying to see spring sprout, mountain that smells like green apple,

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MAP (5) by Ye Chun

5. Lhasa

Seeds tier in a pomegranate.
Sweat beads convex-mirror corners of a night.
You pick up a piece of coal from roadside,
wrap it in a blue and green checked handkerchief

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MAP (4) by Ye Chun

4. Shenzhen

Streetlamps imitate stars.
Stains on a hotel ceiling imitate mountains, boats and ruins.
…either do great good or great evil,
the journalist, 23, says. We walk

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MAP (3) by Ye Chun

3. Zhongzhou, Luoyang


This area is between brown and purple.
All the apartment buildings look the same.
I need to lie down, call out
your name to one of the black-barred

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MAP (1) by Ye Chun

1.Niujie, Beijing

When the earth shakes, hunching grandma
picks me up, cousin’s uneven leg shadow-puppets
the window. The sky lowers like father’s raincoat
till the old lady carried out by her son

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