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    <title>Gather: Articles by Anne B. Grote</title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 13:45:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Autumn Haiku</title>
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      <description>New Jersey Squirrels 
 Aggressively hurl acorns 
 Bada Bing and boom! 
   
 Fallen dry brown leaves 
 perfect playground for children 
 as light slowly dims 
   
 sun yellow maple 
 dances with . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:50:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-06T16:50:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Autumn Haiku</title>
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      <description>tiny red ball Kousa 
 laughs at passing school children 
 savoring its fruit</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 02:12:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-10T02:12:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>So, Leave Me then</title>
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      <description>There is anger in the form 
 of indifference 
 which is the worst: 
 the imagination runs wild: 
 after I have raised your children 
  our clan  hears and sees 
 and may turn unwisely 
 like . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 02:53:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-11T02:53:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Two Rabbits</title>
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      <description>She saw them long before me 
 She was in a stance: graceful, poised - 
 yet set, my labradoodle - Mathilda. 
 We had been on our normal walk: 
 She sniffing; me gazing, 
 when we came upon them 
 around . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 02:48:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-30T02:48:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>From the Boat Haiku</title>
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      <description>lab at boat's helm 
 raises snout to passing ducks 
 too lazy to jump 
   
 overturned canoe 
 lying on the riverbank 
 reeds its protector 
   
 uprooted birches 
 leaves tickling the placid . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 21:13:30 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977690748</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-24T21:13:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Spring Haiku</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977686559</link>
      <description>sun-seeking Iris 

 grateful for his beard this day 

 spring frost unyielding 

   

   

 Snowball viburnums 

 falling hard atop the earth 

 sacrificial lambs 

   

   

   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 15:48:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977686559</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-19T15:48:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Haiku</title>
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      <description>Bee on the lilac 

 still lets me sniff beside her 

 Ah! tandem nectar</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 17:09:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977685669</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-18T17:09:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Valentine Haiku</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977594502</link>
      <description>Candy coated hearts 

 boys and girls in the playground 

 Will you be my love?</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 15:59:14 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977594502</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-14T15:59:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Diamonds</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977576612</link>
      <description>Over lunch she tells me how 

 she has taken care of her - 

 very good care: 

 She washes her linens, cooks 

 her meals, handles her correspondence. 

 Yes, she has done this for years - numerous years. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 20:56:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977576612</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-27T20:56:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Malaise</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977509612</link>
      <description>It is terrible this lack of interest: 

 so what if it is the most colorful 

 time of the year? 

 I crunched the leaves today 

 and really looked at them: 

 deep red, probably the fires of 

 hell, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 01:34:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-18T01:34:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Soul Descends</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977495935</link>
      <description>Tonight is the night when 

 around the fire pits of homes 

 and cemeteries, 

 the souls of the faithfully departed 

 may come calling to make amends 

 or, to entreat the living to soothe 

 the groans . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 02:24:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-03T02:24:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Night Shadows</title>
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      <description>The lace curtain lifts 

 and her eyes search 

 She hears his voice 

 and she knows it's not a dream 

 He sang  her a song 

 that hummed tra la lee 

 and then he went to war 

 the bullets . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 02:00:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-03T02:00:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Brigadoon</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977444805</link>
      <description>The first play on Broadway 

 my twin brother and I saw 

 was Brigadoon. 

   

 We are twins 

 and my parents lived 

 outside the city in the 

 burbs and they had 

 six kids in six years.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 03:48:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977444805</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-10T03:48:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>At the Beach</title>
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      <description>There are six of us in the family 

 we renew each year 

 at the beach 

 Mom had twins in the first year: 

 a male and female 

 the waves hit the shore 

 her other children followed 

 each succesively; . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:15:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-11T00:15:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SAGE Haiku</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977376970</link>
      <description>Fiinally she could 

 burn the sage he'd given her 

 a whisper of smoke 

   

 Even, after all 

 when things are really bad here 

 the page fills with words 

   

 Sometimes I shudder . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 01:41:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-19T01:41:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>PERFUMED PEONIES</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977376888</link>
      <description>The peonies have seen their days 

 and, their nights too 

 These scarlet- full chorus girls 

 raspberry , raucous and 

 pinkishly pinnacle like newly purchased 

 cotton candy once 

 blasphemously . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 23:59:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977376888</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-18T23:59:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>In Her Hands</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977343274</link>
      <description>  

  Amid the sweetest smell of viburnum 

 and a multitude of orchids, orchids 

 that emerged from bark, orchids coming 

 to light from moist moss  

 I become aware of her hands.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 16:29:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977343274</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-11T16:29:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Friday Mornings</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977338770</link>
      <description>My girlfriend and I walk every morning 

 and on Friday we visit the local cemetery 

 in all its beauty, its serenity, its mystery. 

 There are deer that gather there: 

 among the tombstones, the benches, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 04:14:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977338770</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-05T04:14:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Silence of the Trees</title>
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      <description>We entered 

 that slendered stream 

 of sleep, in our cabin of pine, 

 underneath the smothered feathered down 

 of kindly spirits, and the guardian fire crackled 

 sweet smells from . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:49:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977334730</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-29T14:49:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Seafarer, a play review</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977291269</link>
      <description>For all you theatre-goers out there, I heartily recommend a play I have recently seen called The Seafarer.  It is playing at the Booth theatre at 22 W. 45th st., NYC and it is spellbinding, Irish, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 02:20:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977291269</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-23T02:20:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Irish Man</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977286635</link>
      <description>The Irish man has a natural smile, 

 a lilt in his voice 

 weathered freckled hands 

 and a fine lookin tweed cap 

 on his head. 

   

 The Irish man can build a 

 wall of mortarless stone . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 16:50:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977286635</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-17T16:50:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Irish haiku for St. Patrick's Day</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977285097</link>
      <description>Bless us this green land 

 where shamrocks hail lightsome sky 

 as angels' harps trill 

 Blue eyes, Irish smile 

 tin whistle plays a reel 

 boon from Erin's land 

 Irish lassies gather . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 16:13:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977285097</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-15T16:13:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>From One Season to Another</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977271464</link>
      <description>February's snow fell gently 

 praising the green verdancy 

 of the holly on the side of the house. 

 Snow did not fall with the diligent message 

 of the unexpected power of nature, nor did . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 03:49:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977271464</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-29T03:49:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Valentine Evening</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977258742</link>
      <description>Roses, wine, your love 

 We are like aging seasons 

 as the lutes play on</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:26:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977258742</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-14T20:26:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Destiny of a Skunk</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977236108</link>
      <description>We all wished her well 

 and, everyone agreed 

 we'd do all we could 

 to help her: 

 the baby skunk caught in 

 the window well. 

   

 She'd been dubbed a &amp;quot;she&amp;quot; 

 because . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 18:55:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977236108</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-21T18:55:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Tanka/Christmas Eve</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977220606</link>
      <description>Angels of light here 

 tiny postulants ascend 

 Gothic aisle this eve 

 dancing and upholding form 

 baby Jesus and candles</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 23:18:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-04T23:18:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Tanka</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977218729</link>
      <description>The wild black crows 

 tore at the discarded curbside Christmas tree 

 the way teenage boys laughingly throw 

 eaten apple cores 

 under the bridge where the hobos live</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 01:16:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977218729</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-03T01:16:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The River Town</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977196508</link>
      <description>It was just a short while ago 

 we visited the river town 

 down by the Delaware 

 on our way to the lake. 

 &amp;quot;Not much going on here,&amp;quot; 

 I said to my husband while 

 gazing out the window . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 00:21:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977196508</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-07T00:21:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>More than Thankful</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977183449</link>
      <description>I believe cooking stirs the soul.  And, with Thanksgiving just around the corner, as we are adding eggs or butter to our recipes, inhaling the mixed aromas in the kitchen, our thoughts have a tendency . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 17:14:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-21T17:14:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Ship at Sea</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977181156</link>
      <description>The ship looks small 

 in comparison 

 to the grand rock 

   

 And, the rock looks small 

 near the mountain that 

 juts into the sea, 

 making it look like a pebble 

 amongst other mountains . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 03:49:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977181156</guid>
      <dc:creator>Anne B. Grote</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-19T03:49:51Z</dc:date>
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