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		<title>Regarding Pictures</title>
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		<description>Just a small favor request</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Site Issues &amp;amp; Questions</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 23:23:30 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Criticism - Guidelines</title>
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		<description> We all want to receive -- and give -- good criticism, but what exactly makes it good? Here are just a few points as a guide. (See also: Standards &amp;amp; Rules, Rule 3, &quot;Give &amp;amp; Take Criticism with Grace&quot;) 
 1. Remember that this is not your writing. Ask yourself what the author wants to achieve and how best that goal can be met within the existing framework of the piece. Do not attempt to impose your own style on another writer; a good reviewer will in fact impose the writer’s style on him/herself for the duration of the critique.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Guide to Comments and Critique</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 07:54:36 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>SYNAPSE UPDATED AND EDITED 12/11/09 (Pages 1-47)</title>
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		<description>Follow up work to Ryan Hoarty's Novella Suicide Before Death.  It's madness and that's all I can promise.  Everyone should read this and tear it apart, I'll take any criticism/analysis offered.  This is just the beginning</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Synapse: Michael Mission Harris</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 23:35:41 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>burning angel </title>
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		<description>falling down,angel plummeted to earth,burning wings.

movement lost,wings bloodless and dripping pain,water-colored world.

breathless and nearsighted,everything a fog,feeling unsinkable.

life a song,without a word,tune for blossomed life.

searing heat,saving grace of water,insatiable thirst of being.

devoid of anything,wanting everything,humbling experience of god.

fly into the sun,damage done</description>
		<dc:creator>Mellanie Carney</dc:creator>
		<category>The treasure state's southern belle</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 07:53:13 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title> Further from Westford 
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		<description>Wearing his worn blue Levi's jean jacket 
and black van halen concert shirt
Mike told me a thousand times,
&quot;We'll go down to townfarm
and toss rocks until sunset.&quot;
He'd grab a pole, and a bit of tackle
and we'd trek down the road
talking about Audrey Evans, Michelle Fazio
and life.

The mosquitos would rage in the gentle
summer breezes as the orange sun fell away
revealing stars and the mysteries 
of our faith in bass, kibbies, shiners
night crawlers, poppers, mountain dew
and bubblicious bubble gum.

He loved her, I think, with his Solid Gold dancer hair
5' 9&quot; of taut sexy, with endless legs wrapped around his dirty dreams
and her eyes were so piercing blue
his heart would stop as he talked about her

I wondered how she and Michelle could be so close
until I looked at Mike,
Our dreams entangled for a time
Like Kerouac and Bukowski we wailed at life
and took it by the balls -- man-boys daring
the lightning on the mountain tops. 
Roaring down wooded paths -- that still, even now, 

cross

Our history, our loves

Audrey and Michelle, I do not know. Perhaps
they still laugh together at Christmas
over eggnog, remembering Mike
and wondering how I could be his friend
without overwhelming inaddequacey

He's way out in Ashburnham now,
and I never get down to Westford anymore
the fish though, 
i think they're still biting in townfarm.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-29-release-the-hounds#comments</comments>
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		<title> iii. father: son rise</title>
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		<description>at six thirty this morning as the March sun rose   over brittle ice on the frozen New Hampshire lake
 the boy was sitting on the cracked granite slab
 a foot from the shore with his tiny hands in the
 pool of water where he'd tap-cracked the glassy ice
 to reveal a sunfish.   I watched in silence
 as his face washed with anguish
 at the tiny corpse of a field mouse frozen
 in the snow beside him.   He didn't see the deer forty feet away
 looking at him curiously
 as he sighed. </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Tasting Peace</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title> iv. Mother: making tea</title>
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		<description>More going on here than the immediately obvious</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Tasting Peace</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>A journey</title>
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		<description>I was once asked, 
while passing on my way
at the end of the road
“why do you continue? 

You have reached the end of your way?”
I pondered to myself 
In silent reflection
And responded thus

“the end of this road,
while dusty and worn,
is hardly where I plan to be

I set out on this road 
To reach a point
And learn what I could of its winding ways

I began a white blank canvas
It took me to gold sun 
and green valley and dale,

passed into the blue
the on red rocks ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-46-poems#comments</comments>
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		<title>a summer evening before I met you</title>
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		<description>lest we forget
the loon in black silouhette
let us dance ripple on the glassy water
after the sun sets and the bats chase mosquitos 
to and fro along the shore

for love is fleeting,
our time almost through
the blades of grass have been sung
the needles of every pine dreamt
and fallen orange to the clay below

my hopes are etched in trite words
lost in a dirge of electric chaos
-- a memory of despair and the musty smell
of teens in a bunk room talking about
sex and electric guitar

but my dreams, 
they are not so dead yet
the loon, she wil remember
and call them when I am not even a memory

my heart is revealed there
to my daughter's daughter
to my son's son

my prayers are fulfilled on that distant shore
shaded by beech and fir, draped in blueberry bushes
and the gentle song of a lone cardinal
more holy than the pope.

lest we forget
that loon and her song
let me kiss you now before the milkyway
washes us down to the blackest of holes
let me hold you here
while the bats regale us with dance
whisper our names so that we can not hear

God will hear. 

Salvation -- that's all this is
here where all loves die 
in new hampshire.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>An Empire of Darkened Dreams</title>
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		<description>The Empire of Darkened Dreams   beside the stool where the fat girl sat on a pile of year-old-newspaper i see the torn and tattered edge of map that delineates each kingdom here in hell.   her rolls of fat are arched in tenement glee -- with a dozen wads of loogie green drying in the mumu there beneath her thick empty dead pale arms  her stringy greasy black hair wades down from stressed scalp to  half-way down her short round-edged back to frame the picture of discontent and impending happiness stretched thin in an oak box.  I say nothing at the ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Anyone Read Crossword Poetry?</title>
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		<description>Back a hundred years ago</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Modern &amp;amp; Classic Poetic Discussion</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-115-modern-classic-poetic-discussion#comments</comments>
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		<title>Aspect Ratio    </title>
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		<description>24 frames per second

and it seems too slow.

He cuts the scene tight

shadows the table with back light

in black and white.

Close aperture

in noir,

that upward angle

reflects a world

 bigger than his birdseye view

and a certain

terrible integrity</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-88-seriously-good-poems-beloved-by-stephan#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Babies!</title>
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		<description>Were you aware</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Member News</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-83-member-news#comments</comments>
		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>Badwater</title>
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		<description>Badwater</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Would you look at that?</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Beginnings of Workshopping</title>
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		<description>This is the neonatal version of workshopping, hopefully this will expand as we go</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Collaborations</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-82-collaborations#comments</comments>
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		<title>being a toad with bad eyes</title>
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		<description>I'm open to suggestions... anyone? Bueller? Bueller? ... Anyone?</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Believe in me</title>
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		<description>(Or perhaps I should say, no, never do that?)</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Binoculars</title>
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		<description> 
Binoculars</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Would you look at that?</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Bones in a Wheat Field   </title>
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		<description>The crows picked hardat the bones in the gold field,until they lay bleached whiteand stripped bare.I watched, reduced from waiting outthe winter, left anemic from all that pale greyand watery light.I found bones in high summerwhile the wheatswayed in a fine windand the heat movedthe slow pulse of my bloodsome place deep and quiet.Over and far away,I might have heardthe faint brush of a sighon the back of my neck.Or maybe it was justthe wind ruffling new rushes.I might have heard the sighof the wind carrying youaway.I might have heardthe bones crumbling into dust ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Pug Mayne</dc:creator>
		<category>Seriously Good Poems, Beloved by Stephan</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>breathing for a moment alone</title>
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		<description>This one is a complete mess. Any thoughts and suggestions are greatly appreciated</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Release the Hounds</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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