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<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 02:26:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>December 2011; Flashes in the Pan</title>
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<description>3 Dec 11 Her heavy soul stood motionless on the stage. Suddenly she opened her mouth and covered everyone with her aching. 11 Dec 11 His life flashed by in...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 02:26:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>NaNoWriMo; twitter poetry bytes</title>
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<description>It's NaNoWriMo. It's November, the month where writers whip their muses into shape, hoping to write that novel or poem that will rocket them out of the slums of their...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 23:32:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A Cast of Residue</title>
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<description>Each were predator, each were prey. Each had a cry 'I'm not the smallest, I'm not, i'm not.' ~*~ Her face scrunches as she sips the bright pink Hibiscus tea...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 12:15:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Tail Lights in the Rain</title>
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<description>We dwell in the roots to understand the branches that seek the sky. The robot pulled down the blankets, tucked in the children &amp; read them a story of a...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 10:54:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>When the Death Train Whistles</title>
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<description>Death sat on her shoulder hitching a ride everywhere. She would put it down when it grew heavy and made it walk on its own. Few words for the way...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 01:55:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Courage of Dreaming</title>
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<description>The Power of Gentleness and The Slow Manifesto. Two brave titles. Threading a silver hair, she wove it through her childhood reveries. The japanese moonflowers fold their heads low, and...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 13:58:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Art of Paying Attention</title>
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<description>So my muse was slothing around my house eating peanuts and making a deep impression upon my couch, when I stumbled upon this project through twitter called A River of...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 12:49:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Fragments of Christmas</title>
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<description>The note on the back door said it all: 'You cut me down, made me beautiful &amp; adored me, then you threw me on the bonfire. i feel so used...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 10:41:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Spring cleaning the soul</title>
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<description>Shake out innocence in a warm breeze, iron out the brown paper bag of dreams, scent with compassion, fold into an origami crane. fly. ~lily (c) 2010 excerpt from @myarspoetica...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 02:15:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Not on the menu</title>
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<description>Your berry milk, your blender pulse button, your vitamin pill, I'll be them all for you. But I won't be your fin soup or pirate ship, sorry. ~lily (c) 2010...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 02:03:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>When heads and tvs get full</title>
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<description>Sparks started at the side of the TV. Then it exploded, and crying eyes and laughing mouths tumbled out, and lies hung on everything. ~lily a poetry byte from @myarspoetica...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 00:53:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Seasoning the Mountain</title>
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<description>A row of scraggly bare oaks shiver next to a rhododendron tree, full of buds. Seasons come and seasons go, and some stand next to each other. more at @myarspoetica...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 10:03:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Plot Sickens</title>
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<description>They wrote each other out of each others books writers block set in for a year then they turned to acting and were in great demand.... @myarspoetica more poetry bytes...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 00:51:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Keep It Down</title>
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<description>'Keep it down', she had often heard said, but now she kneaded and pummeled the phrase, to try and extract it's essence, it's true meaning. ~lily @myarspoetica at twitter</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 08:19:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Random Transmission from the Songline of Ships</title>
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<description>Random Transmission from the Songline of Ships received: 4th March 2010 And the words came forth and tossed our already sodden ships, and instantly we were swept away by the...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 02:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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