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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 21:06:40 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2010-01-03T21:06:40Z</dc:date>
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    <dc:rights>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</dc:rights>
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      <title>One Evening at the Edge of the Road -- a sestina, prompted</title>
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      <description>drinking 
 befriended 
 hate 
 dead 
 social 
 meaning 
 
 It's too late in the evening, you've been drinking. Now as you slam the car door, you wonder who you've befriended. He slides out from behind . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 10:04:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Susan Budig</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T10:04:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sit Back and Let Me Entertain You ~ My Picks for the Best Films of 2009</title>
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      <description>Overall, I would have to say that 2009 was a pretty good year for movies.  I think that Hollywood, more so than ever, is trying to diversify the films that they release.  I think the most . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 04:50:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>La Lady Lisa Westerfield</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T04:50:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Saturday Writing Essential 1/02/10: What Have You Done!</title>
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      <description>  
 
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
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   Singing My Way Through Life, SatWE by    Elsie Duggan    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:03:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Atticus *.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T20:03:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Working in French Suburbia - part of a larger work</title>
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      <description>I boarded the bus just up the street, passing my already used (and thus illegal) metro ticket through the buses hole-punching apparatus. As I looked for a  seat, I searched the faces for those of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:22:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>MaryBeth W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T19:22:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ree Drummond and Family Entertain Kansas City Crowd as She Talks About Her New Book 'The Pioneer Woman Cooks'</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977972077&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect.  I was sold on the event by the    Rainy Day Books    employee who said that he hadn’t seen such a buzz about a cooking personality since the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:29:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>La Lady Lisa Westerfield</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T04:29:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The speed of love</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Yesteryear’s news  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 The almanac expires. A newsman tells me 
 there have been ten news worthy of memory. 
   
 Only ten! Consider, the passing away 
 of a friend, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 00:59:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977971930&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T00:59:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Writing Part Two: The Weeping Willow</title>
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      <description>What you hear, see, speak and what you read is in you. In today’s world, these elements help to evolve our inner values and culturally based truths and misconceptions. What you write is colored . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 20:33:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>William  Dotani</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T20:33:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Current Terrorist Attack</title>
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      <description>I think it would be quite fair to say that farouk omar mutalab whatever! is the craziest being on this earth. I mean you plan to kill innocent lives just because you feel an imaginative depression that, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 19:35:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T19:35:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cry</title>
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      <description>If your hands were tied with a wire 
 
 
 
 And put into flames of fire 
 
 
 Would you cry, cry till its burnt 
 
   
 
 If your shoes were ripped off your foot 
 
 
 And given to your boss's . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:56:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:56:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A New Year's Eve Admonition to Poets</title>
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     An automatic poem     
 
 
     always sits in the closet     
 
 
     and waits......while     
 
 
     the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 05:17:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Atticus *.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T05:17:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rain on a world of the third kind</title>
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      <description>Rain on a world of the third kind  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A healthy baby born in a power cut; 
 three men hovering over it to retrieve; 
 cold water clogs the paths. Whispers and screams float 
 like . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 00:23:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969404&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T00:23:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sure Fire Ways To Get Points, I think</title>
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      <description>There has been one constant topic of conversation, since I joined Gather to simply show dandelion growers the errors of their ways. Another trite phrase: I like them. They are like crayons for conveying . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 19:41:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>William  Dotani</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T19:41:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Scars</title>
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      <description>I have scars you could see 
 Deep in my heart for you and me 
 My head would guide you by 
 My heart could but we could die 
   
 Far away you've gone 
 Here and now my pain flames still burn 
 Fresh . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 20:01:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-22T20:01:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Road Inside My Heart</title>
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      <description>Last night when I saw you by the garden wall 
 Feeling sour, feeling pour and I drew you close and rise 
 Held you up, dried your wet eyes 
 I felt nice inside, in the dead winter 
 I'll tell you why. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 19:03:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T19:03:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Peace Is Within</title>
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      <description>A trickle of my mentality On to paper; through my pen A trickle of my mortality Common, simplistic; indifference 
 An unfathomable fate; strange Foreseen through ignorance and hate An utterly undeniable . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 13:09:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Peter O.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T13:09:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Fear of Falling ~ A Book Review of ‘Isis’ by Douglas Clegg</title>
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      <description>‘ Isis ’ by    Douglas Clegg    advertises itself as a ‘tale of the supernatural’ and it lives up to the promise.  Beautifully illustrated by Glenn Chadbourne, it tells . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 02:15:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>La Lady Lisa Westerfield</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T02:15:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Writing: Part One (very boring academic stuff)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967642&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Since a few people think I’m presumptuous, I guess I will be and lull you to sleep with something academic. I love writing because of a stubborn flaw in my personality. I like to analyze, consider . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 20:33:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>William  Dotani</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T20:33:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Attention! Extended Deadline for Entries in the Dream Quest One Poetry &amp; Writing Contest</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967628&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>The Dream Quest One Poetry &amp; Writing Contest  is open to anyone who loves expressing innermost thoughts and feelings into the beautiful art of poetry or writing a short story that is worth telling . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 20:21:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Andre W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T20:21:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Story of My Heart</title>
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      <description>Back then in my restless nights 
 When I whispered to my ears and scratched my eyes 
 Wishing for an angel to walk by.... 
 The pillows would caress my lonely arms 
 And the cold wind would play its freezing . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 18:54:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967505&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T18:54:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The best Christmas gift. (1121 words)</title>
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      <description>He toppled over the bin.  
 
 
     
 
 
  The December wind entered under his torn clothes and under his skin and penetrated his heart. He felt it moving slower and slower.  
 
 
  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 19:45:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977963772&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jack Kuperman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T19:45:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The night shift. (476 words)</title>
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      <description>  
 
 
  He decided to take this day easy.  
 
 
 
 
     
 
 
  He woke as usual at seven am but lay in bed and read the newspaper. Then he watched the news, yawning as they reminded . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 17:42:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967393&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jack Kuperman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T17:42:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How to make a child in three months. (1057 words)</title>
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  I invited my father, behavioral science professor in UCLA, to our school career day.  
 
 
 
 
     
 
 
  He told about his profession and about some interesting . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 20:44:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966037&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jack Kuperman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T20:44:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How to be a woman. (499 words)</title>
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  You are awoken by a kiss on your neck  .  
 
 
 
 
  You stretch yourself out, shoving him away, then catch him and pull him close to you and put your lips to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 15:34:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977965643&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jack Kuperman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T15:34:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How to succeed in business. (475 words)</title>
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      <description>First, I recommend you decide what you want to do. Let's say, you decided to open a coffee shop.   
 
 
   Why this business? How should I know? It was your decision, not mine.   
 
 
    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 15:11:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977965626&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jack Kuperman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T15:11:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Descending Notes</title>
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      <description>  
   
   
 
 Descending Notes 
 
   
   
 
 The hidden place - 
 
 
 Where I lick cinnamon, 
 
 
 White hot darkness, 
 
 
 Un-gated. 
 
   
 
 Gated.  Juggle my life . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 12:34:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967021&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Barbary Chaapel</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T12:34:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Tears. (315 words)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977964321&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>"Chad, come on. Michael is waiting. Stop playing with wings."   
 
 
     "I am not playing. I have to wax them, otherwise too much dust will stick to them."     
 
 
     "Yeh, yeh. That's exactly . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 11:52:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977964321&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jack Kuperman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T11:52:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Holiday rains on you</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Holiday    rains on a reserve forest  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A winter rain passes; I pick up a deer 
 with a broken glass curse cast under its feet. 
 The rivulets of muddy blessings run as 
 I coax, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:01:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966321&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T01:01:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Brass Angel: (Attempt at Pre Sim poem for Elsie Duggan and John Walter)</title>
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      <description>Brass angel, crystal water, fountain scrape 
 Recalled memory, nineteen fifty three 
 On wings we drove broken roads to heaven 
 Tornado warning from the radio 
 Nineteen fifty four hopes in darkened . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:38:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966159&amp;grpId=3659174697239214&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>William  Dotani</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T22:38:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A room with the changing hues</title>
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      <description>  
 
  a room with the changing hues  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Dry leaves, now golden, toss and turn on 
 the midday’s tin roof. A confident 
 pigeon plays with the neighborhood cat. 
   
 These . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 01:08:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
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