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	<title>Week of 09/10/07</title>
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		<title>caress</title>
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		<description>   tonight I'll write of sadnesshiding in lines of booksI share my bed with sadness, whose hands
reach from printed words
to caress my face and hair  drift through
musical harmonies
to whisper secrets in my ears  sadness that lies folded
in a faded shirt
casual softness draping
my shoulders, breasts 
and stomach, slowly tracing
the curve of my neck
and spine  sadness, whose gentle touch
is always there  the one I rest my head upon
and sleep        </description>
		<dc:creator>callooh</dc:creator>
		<category>Callooh's Odd Socks</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 22:58:56 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>after the alarm goes off</title>
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		<description>draft</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>beneath a later colored sky</title>
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		<description>draft</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>patience</title>
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		<description>draft</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>the good humor of lost moments</title>
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		<description>draft</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>the path to the old arch bridge in westford</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5746-the-path-to-the-old-arch-bridge-in-westford</link>
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		<description>draft</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>Post Meridiem</title>
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		<description>   
 it is 11:38 exactly

post meridiem

when my memory

breaks itself

into 87 little pieces 
 remind me

remind me 
 hemingway was a drunk

a very good drunk

sleeping

writing

fucking drunk



(what was the question?)

no, I only wish I were



he wrote of the sea

in a world

where endings never change



known

unknown

preknown



I need to see again 
   
   
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		<dc:creator>Kat</dc:creator>
		<category>Kat's poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 19:34:55 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Love's Geology</title>
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		<description> The slant of evening outside;
a flicker of cars on the Westway
and other tentative journeys
starting in office confines.  The four-to-twelve shift:
Westbourne Park;
we're couched in a call centre;
disembodied London voices
interrupt, pull me back
too late from seismic shifts:  the magma flowing out at rifts
dividing continents of self;
a vast internal range uplifts
in jagged ridges of conjecture;
I flame with forest fires
and all my secrets break from cover.  If I sleep an age of earth
and dream this mountainous story,
how we burned in molten free fall
to igneous ends of fissured rock,
let me wake tomorrow  a mountain echo;
a snow-capped muffle;
our peaks gouged by glaciers,
our terminal moraine
the melt-water of memory.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 14:19:29 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Kandy Kisses</title>
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		<description>inspired by a peppermint candy cane (but I don't like peppermint!)</description>
		<dc:creator>Rene</dc:creator>
		<category>Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose.</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 21:16:05 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments</comments>
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		<title>Leaves</title>
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		<description>thanks for the title Alcuin!!!</description>
		<dc:creator>Rene</dc:creator>
		<category>Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose.</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 20:28:25 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Bitter Sweet</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5726-bitter-sweet</link>
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		<description>When I'm black and sloe-berry bitter 
my sleeping dog awakes from growling dreams 
to scratching rats in piles of lies that litter. 

When hollow fallen commerce rots and teems 
with maggots drilling waspish apple core, 
fermenting putrid juice from bursting seams; 

miasmas of twisting blind bureaucracy bore; 
when systems network out the little fish 
to feed the fattest cats with more and more;

when all that's real is unreal, I could wish
for no redemption less: her smiling face
of wordless love, and innocence to cherish.





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		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 08:44:29 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Classes</title>
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		<description> I have signed up for a creative writing class in October at the University of Illinois-Chicago Campus. It is Wednesday evenings for 6 weeks and includes many different aspects on writing I am interested in . I hope it is worth the $300, I feel I still have so much more to learn. Anyone else taking a writing class or seminar?  </description>
		<dc:creator>Laurie</dc:creator>
		<category>Versed, Re-versed &amp;amp; Unversed</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 15:01:00 GMT</pubDate>
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