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		<title>Bad Poetry?</title>
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		<description>Is there such a thing as bad poetry, and how do we determine when such exists?</description>
		<dc:creator>Alcuin of York</dc:creator>
		<category>General discussion of professional poets, and their works</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 13:53:54 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The language of leaving</title>
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		<description> but I didn’t mention
that I fell in love with you
somewhere in between
those sheets
and your smile 
 I laced myself upon your
familiar lips
hoping I would somehow
become part of their
dialect 
 but my name became
nothing more than
the morning breath
you sterilize and
rinse away
 </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:37:10 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The last place I looked</title>
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		<description> He used to leave 
little yellow post-it's
before he left for work. 
 Always in places 
he knew I would find them. 
 The scribbled hello's
never seemed heartfelt 
 until he stopped sending them. </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 22:34:32 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Dirty laundry is easier to swallow with Chardonnay</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3734-dirty-laundry-is-easier-to-swallow-with-chardonnay</link>
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		<description> and I can't go there,
not again.
It's so fucking cold there.
I'll regret nothing,
and everything.
But I will carry this
knowledge
of avoidance in
my left hip pocket
with the lint 
the dryer left from
your old t-shirt. 
   </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:07:26 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>I loved you again after coffee</title>
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		<description> 6 am
the sudden startle 
of morning sounds
itself in the static
of the alarm      my legs give pause
before sliding over the side
not in dread, but
reluctant to depart
the pitch of yours

I fumble in the kitchen
over last night's leftovers
and todays duties
hoping for Columbian roast   I pull my robe a little tighter
chilled in the absence
of last night
of us   We were something holy
I held my breath     </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:06:09 GMT</pubDate>
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		<slash:comments>3</slash:comments>
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		<title>Spring just brings longer days</title>
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		<description>I found a bit of winterthat had been left behindin the shades of greyand peeling paint ofmy upstairs window sill.

It's husky whisper wasmuted by the buzzingof spring's haughty arrivalwith lengthening of days,and rain.

I wept under my breathfor winter's resignation

and this bitternessit left behind</description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 04:49:01 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>10. fall from grace</title>
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		<description> you called yourself a fallen angel 
 at noon we pulled into the parking lot

the gray from the clouds hung in the air

gouging deeply, much like the baggage

that had settled itself under your eyes 
 spitting on the ground you

uttered something about

your &quot;Divine Right&quot; 
 so we went in 
 through the silent prayers

the sun cast a red glow about you

from the stained glass



you spewed obscenities to those

God-fearing men

and we were ushered away

while i murmured apologies 
 you laughed

and called yourself

their messiah, the savior

a fallen

angel  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Jasmine Mann</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems In The Basement</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:25:39 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>07. you used to </title>
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		<description> you used to let me know

when you came



your back trembled and then

you would roll to your side



my hair between

your fingers



i would sigh

you'd zip up your jeans



and drink cold coffee

as i rolled to my side



the sheets between

my fingers </description>
		<dc:creator>Jasmine Mann</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems In The Basement</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:20:18 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title> clean sheets
</title>
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		<description>i whispered in your ear last night while you slept directing you towards a smile at the end of your dream  &quot;love harder,&quot; i shushed &quot;love truer,&quot; hoarsely &quot;love me,&quot; i begged.  then,  the corner of your lip curled up gently  i brushed the hair from your face kissed your forehead and watched you sleep</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Conferring with the devil</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-253-conferring-with-the-devil#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title> the song we never wrote

</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3716-the-song-we-never-wrote</link>
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		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Trying to apologize</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-224-trying-to-apologize#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>2001</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3927-2001</link>
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		<description> 														 														 														 
What hope is twisted around pinky fingerto remember the little deaths of peace?What long division calculated by stars,what remainders lost to their cold dust?

We are the dread monkeys of reason,the cold souls dancing round the obeliskfor want of evolution and relieffrom begging the moon her tides

There are no questions, only answers humbled by our grasshopper tonguesthe flight of our bumblebee thoughtsand the acid etchings of time tattooing our breasts

With celtic knots and roman yarns chariots that might carry us away to anothersplit infinity. There are no answersonly questions enjambed into ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>That's my colon</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>a ditty for leaving</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3772-a-ditty-for-leaving</link>
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		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Blue skies before snow</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-226-blue-skies-before-snow#comments</comments>
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		<title>a go to the market</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3934-a-go-to-the-market</link>
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		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Mourning</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-241-mourning#comments</comments>
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		<title>a preg ...nant pause</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3838-a-preg--.nant-pause</link>
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		<description>yeah, still playing with sounds and such</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Little notebooks</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-245-little-notebooks#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>a recipe or</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4040-a-recipe-or</link>
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		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>The Tax-man Cometh</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>a view from the bridge street bridge</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3536-a-view-from-the-bridge-street-bridge</link>
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		<description>just a cityscape</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Fooling Around</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-202-fooling-around#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>a walk through the looming </title>
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		<description>Lincoln stepped down central streetbefore he was President

the Mills were pulsatingleather veins twisting cottoninto fabric 

he might have noddedas he watched the loomsand thread

The printed dresses filthy asyoung girls with dark circles smeared under their eyesvacantly totured the equipment

The 7-fingered boyswho knew how bad one mistake could be, even in a short life

The cracked voices of forementsearching for dye, and help, unimpressed with an Illinois Senator

The silence now is respectful, perhaps because he is gonebut maybe not</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Relevance</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-203-relevance#comments</comments>
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		<title>Abstinence</title>
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		<description> 														 														 														 
i know how  salt tastesupon my fat wet tonguethe tingle of tart lemonwhere tip meets fruit

and water.smooth hellin short suffocating dreams.

i will watch you dine</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Half-day</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-254-half-day#comments</comments>
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		<title>accidents will happen (look at creation)</title>
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		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Crashing</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-233-crashing#comments</comments>
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		<title>addiction</title>
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		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Little notebooks</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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