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Memories of Beijing

Hush the sunlight

in your swollen belly of mist,

dirty breath of car or furnace,

progress. You

are here now as you have been

in different incarnations


different sounds; (softer, yet no less harsh)

different smells; (stranger, yet no less bile)


have never really left

the Forbidden City of your heart

the realm you built

to your own grandeur

The northern center of the jade

polished realm

you were never real enough

for them to take you away.

Alexandra Seidel spent many a night stargazing when she was a child. These days, she writes stories and poems, something the stargazing probably helped with. Alexa’s writing has appeared in Strange Horizons, Uncanny Magazine, Fireside Magazine, and elsewhere. You can follow her on Twitter @Alexa_Seidel, like her Facebook page, and find out what she’s up to at
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