The city is Perth, Australia. The stories are real enough.

Reality begins with the first retelling. Memory snips around stories...   Intercity distance. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   The speed of life. Darling machines we live with...   Tale(s) of public transport. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   A poem about pedestrians. There are no footprints in the City...   Some days the city lives. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   A city born at the crossroads. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   How does your city grow? High walls: the weeded gardens...   Song for a suburb. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   Eulogy for the twin towers. Bound for the new world...   Return to Hand Written...

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