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		<title>At the Hospital</title>
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		<description> Limbo-land, halfway house

where past and future disconnect;

a place of wheeled-in beds and bed-ridden age

full of bleeps and tubes and monitors. 
 And waiting for nurses, waiting for visitors

waiting for lost dignity to return;

a place of moans and mops and closing curtains

and strangers with gloved hands; 
 and frail bodies murmuring to nobody.

A timeless place were day and night

drip by in a daze of formless thought,

were the hardy brave a zimmer-frame 
 and the weak are levered into wheelchairs

like wrinkled children devoid of joy.

Our visit punctuates the stale hours

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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2012 16:30:21 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Keeping the peace</title>
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		<description> 

Susannah ices chocolate cake

white frosting 

crumbs (almost) blended 

a smooth, pristine surface

small divits, bumps 

giving notice that the foundation 

is not quite secure



a wide dull blade

smears layers of whiteness

over the smudges

layers of richness

with floured edges

crumbling under the pressure 

of the icing

the knife



lopsided pink roses

beautifully sprinkled

strategic placement

each hiding a flaw 



Savannah slices the cake

slides perfectly portioned sections

onto clean white plates

tucking the crumbled piece

under more icing



so proficient 

at hiding flaws 

with bits of spun sugar lies </description>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2012 23:22:51 GMT</pubDate>
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