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	<title>Week of 03/22/10</title>
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		<title>Where Trees Grow</title>
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		<description> I.

behind a tiny house

stood a small grove

of giant pines.



they soared above her

as she ran past them

bare-foot, limbs flailing

behind her - toes tunneling

in the cool earth, running,

always running to escape

the giant that towered

over her.



II.

in the kitchen he would

rage at her with his fists,

her adult frame crumpling

beside the wall, ceramic

wind-chimes shattering;

I would fall on sapling knees,

tiny limbs twisted in dread,

watch as bruises unfurled

like pine cones on her skin.



III.

it was his favorite and she

had to look her best for him.



the dress was tiered taffeta

and velvet - a deep

hunter green that whispered

a forest of pines as she ran.



IV.

I stood underneath the boughs,

still and cold,

rooted to the earth,

smearing fat, wet tears on the dress

he tore during his ravage;

tiny seven-year old hands

weeping with sap.



the same hands that, afterward,

stroked her beaten face,

still and cold. I

had forgotten how

beautiful she was.



V.

the house was vacant and

he had been gone for many years,

but mother and daughter would

return to the grove, walk

under the giant pines,

shed tears like seeds and

wonder where trees grow.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Jasmine Mann</dc:creator>
		<category>Jasmine's Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 23:05:57 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>At Bewl Water</title>
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		<description> I am in the garden of oast houses,

late Spring and Spring late this year-

a slate-grey day of slanting rain.



I could do with drying-out

like the hops they smoke-dried

inside those conical evaporators

coiling to the apex of a cowl.



Kent is a sponge today.

I squelch through pummeled mud,

looking for soft hours in the hard rain-

uncertain and alive again;



like a man on the verge of sex,

primed with wet anticipation,

filled with the stir and flap of gusts.



This is Bewl Water in the High Weald,

and I am free for a day,

glad for the grey vista of hope.



I am a fisherman again, looping coils

through fingering thrills,

whipping lines in muscling air.



Let rain slash the curtained sky,

sheet the billowing wind,

infiltrate my skin and bone -



this old connection thrums the blood,

shocks the split sinew

when the sunk line volts the moment;



slits a throbbing frantic wire

pulsing from flashing bloated depths

up calamitous nerve-endings.



I live this dying struggle:

each boil and churn ignites my torpor

at the rushing centre of now.

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		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 23:58:38 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Reasons to be Cheerful....part 93</title>
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		<description>Temptatio Atrum</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 07:25:16 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Listening</title>
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		<description>Temptatio Atrum</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 07:22:57 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Myoclonus</title>
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		<description>Temptatio Atrum</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 07:21:54 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Fallow</title>
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		<description>Temptatio Atrum</description>
		<dc:creator>Mercieca, Andrew</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 13: Silenti etc Amor Verus 2009-2010</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 07:16:58 GMT</pubDate>
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