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		<title>Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 06:32:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you’d be paralyzed. Your deepest [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In Shale</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 04:33:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was listening to the radio listening to a man talk so matter of factly about how they are shattering the shale underneath us fracking cracking up the gas that was locked up in the bed rock about how the chemicals they shoot down there come back up I was sitting at the edge of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Window</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 04:36:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the graveyard of the window the hours are dancing with each other overcoming the other coming and dying and dispersing into the air where the sun sits in the heavy gold of the dusk that carries night behind it like a scarf I am not afraid that I will forget I am not afraid [...]]]></description>
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		<title>You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 06:28:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.&#8221; - Franz Kafka]]></description>
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		<title>Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 07:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Night and bottle after sweating tomb of dark where we plunder hours I know all your secrets but we still wonder which of us holds the gun that haunts love the gun that is the memory of being owned and of breaking you don&#8217;t have to say a word it has been a day and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dream of You</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 08:30:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Vegas the aftermath of sunset Vegas the slum Venus you actually are Vegas every night sleepless Vegas your breath and your underwear on the floor morning already Vegas my memory deceiving Vegas Maryland Parkway and make up Gigi and Anna Vegas the girl who could&#8217;ve been anything if it wasn&#8217;t for her daddy Vegas the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fear Laced with Denial</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 07:17:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Scrub up them cherry picked diamonds for tonight the ones the like of which your mama never dreamt take your trip up to the starry neon flight drive back drunk every night you are someone else you&#8217;ve been playing the same songs over and over for a year or more and you can&#8217;t hear them [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Made the Holes In the Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 01:52:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Where the light doesn&#8217;t reach there is only the future I made the holes in the night I dressed the ghosts that haunt the alley of the morning I have nothing left but everything and a barrel where I keep your ancient loveliness so I can drink what pieces are left when the politeness of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Altitude Sickness</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 22:14:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are girls dressed like boys and boys pressing little buttons up there to make the loudest music in the world and to take it away and to make it a ricochet there is a shadow to every moving shape an electric reservoir of space between where it is and where it lands and where [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Shimmer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 03:51:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shake it up the barbells of dawn shake it down the shimmering shudder of the damp bring it down to beyond the holy collapse to the bedroom where I am collecting all the rainbows you shot across the sky fall beside the wayside and catch up and speed ahead of where the breakers may originally [...]]]></description>
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