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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:58:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>let me</title>
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      <description>  
   
   
                                                        . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:23:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T03:23:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Thorsday (FreeRite)</title>
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 Mjilnor? -hither to fetch, that i smithereen West... 
 fiddles to breasts, sweet string sect! quibble be less... 
 riddle me, breaths--puncture aperture and juncture-- 
 filling me chest with . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 20:36:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T20:36:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>you</title>
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 i saw you in this forest, so i drew nigh with a lamp. 
 i came to you with stories: make a fire, strike your camp. 
 i  always  knew the darkness, friend. we'll hold that beast at bay. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 22:48:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T22:48:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a guy and a goddess: a short story</title>
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     "Can I keep you?" 
     "Yes." The goddess allowed its eyes to wander. Said, "No." 
     "You confuse me," the guy quoth. 
     . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 21:20:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T21:20:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>i stood upon a hillock</title>
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 i stood upon a hillock while i wondered what was what. 
 the air was clear and murky; my heart was new, but cut. 
 i'd gotten up too early, though i'd climbed the hill too late. 
 i . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 09:35:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T09:35:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a girl and a god: a short story</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977954284</link>
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     "What is best?" 
     The god pondered the girl's question an instant. "Nothing." 
     She laughed, for dichotomy delighted . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 08:53:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T08:53:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>as dusk descends</title>
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 i delve, i delve: 
 a darkling dips down all about 
                                             . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 08:02:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T08:02:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a cat spat abstract (FreeRight)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977954047</link>
      <description>a cat spat abstract, 
 didn't double back at all, 
 whacky, whacked-out, bat-to-ball, et al, 
 set off, stroking his keys, hopes to get off, 
 retch raw, scoping his seas, seasonal let-off-- 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 04:09:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T04:09:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the Emma Issue / pt 2: a short story (Literarily Remastered, Expanded, &amp; KickAsserized)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977941319</link>
      <description>  
   
 
 the Emma Issue / pt 1 
 
   
         As libraries went, it wasn't a bad one.         Most of the books were still . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 20:11:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-10T20:11:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the Emma Issue / pt 1: a short story (Literarily Remastered, Expanded, &amp; KickAsserized)</title>
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      <description>DEDICATION:   for Ann Mager, who whispers beyond the Veil. 
 
     
 
 
  She can kill with a smile She can wound with her eyes She can ruin your faith with her casual lies And she only reveals . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 20:04:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-10T20:04:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>common</title>
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 i try to be "common"; instead, i am "- khamen "--i guess it's... 
 some form of  disconnect  which comes of  despondency  yet it's... 
 
 more  than a policy like swords in theophany . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:13:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-08T16:13:24Z</dc:date>
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      <title>i was in love</title>
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 with the world, with the world 
 i remember cool noons in New England 
 and the cries of ravens 
 gabbing magicks at me 
 as i immersed myself 
 in Conan the Cimmerian 
 and . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:34:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-23T13:34:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the equation</title>
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      <description>  
   
 the numbers sat, or stood, or knelt. 
 (across their lines, a  match  was felt.) 
 the He was tall, and sharp, and svelte; 
 the She was short, and sharp, and shone. 
   
 and She . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 11:12:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-23T11:12:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>freewrite 2.9.1</title>
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 she wonders what i'd write in spite of all the restlessness nights ending 
 something's sending light to me, light to me, light to me 
 might this be the lively seed of joy a boy a youth a chap . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 21:25:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-20T21:25:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Peter Murphy/ "I'll Fall With Your Knife"</title>
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 To the crowd (to the  world ): 
 You were so dry. 
 
 And, with a token bird I made... sent it to fly. Right to your side. With a broken wing, you sail-- oh, like winter in  July -- a barren . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 11:18:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-18T11:18:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>pirouette, silhouette.</title>
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 she's a'spin on my stage 
 'cuz she's the Yin to my Yang. 
 and she's the sentence i slang. 
 and she's the mention i make. 
 and this  dimension  might shake-- 
 ohshit i'd give it five  days . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:10:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-16T12:10:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>deus ex machina</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977814540</link>
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 she arcs across his evening, 
 a brilliant bolt of lightning. 
 a milky bolt of silk; a sword. 
 (a filly's colt, he might  sing ... 
   
 but nay: a neigh gets in the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 11:33:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-16T11:33:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>if ever</title>
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 if ever an occasion 'rise, 
 strike it through the breast. 
 that spirit knows no  rest , you see, 
 and woos the world's unblest. 
   
 it draws the deepest, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 10:57:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-15T10:57:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>somewhere</title>
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 somewhere, Peace may hold a place. 
 the table might be full. 
 i couldn't say this yea or nay; 
 i merely feel its  pull . 
   
 this yen informs my . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 09:34:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-15T09:34:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the Surreal Circus (part two)</title>
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      <description>  
   
 
  part one 
 
   
   
 
   T   he  Time Lord  set, 
 and Nature met. 
 thus, there's night to savour  yet... 
 
   
   
   
 in its dark crouches a  bard . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:36:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-13T23:36:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the things we sing to soothe ourselves</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977810089</link>
      <description>  
   
   
 
 Heidi and Chana, laughing in a tree... 
 
 
 shadows on an F-I-E-L-D... 
 
 
 first comes dusk... 
 
 
 then comes nary... 
 
 
 then comes airing of the things once buried... . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 19:51:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-12T19:51:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Kiss From A Rose. (Hello, Chana.)</title>
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 There...used to be a greying tower, alone on the sea. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 02:15:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-11T02:15:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the outsider</title>
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 the outsider, the outrider, the spout wired, 
 the hack, the whooping cough, his mouth's tired, 
 grout wired to blow as he showers 
 for redrum 
 to sip for hours-- 
   
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 19:05:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977795217</guid>
      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-05T19:05:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>darkfieldtilt: a true story</title>
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 at first, the earth was dirt beneath. 
 the sky was just...a night. 
 wild grasses gathered near that tree. 
 far stars, a muted light. 
   
 the moon was new, and dark . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 08:52:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-05T08:52:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>slip</title>
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      <description>  
 i will slip away silently, gentlebitter, enigma, 
 the missing. 
   
 my intentions misted, hidden like  ninja  mystics: 
 a whisper. 
   
 a slim figure akimbo in thickets, gripping . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 02:06:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-01T02:06:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Tom, be nimble.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977786956</link>
      <description>  
   
 Tom, be  nimble . 
 -in these places, 
 
 many  creatures change their faces. 
   
 nothing's safe--no ground, secure. 
 and anywhere you've found allure... 
 you've found a  lure . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 09:33:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-25T09:33:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>able</title>
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 i envy the able: 
 can't craft Catharsis, no matter how hard i ply. 
   
 
 haiku  hurt is hurt. 
   
 i hear talk of this Therapy, but 
 my blackdark is thickly thewed. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 12:32:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-18T12:32:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>dream sweet, siblings</title>
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 i close them and see you: 
   
 your back began to hurt one year 
 and never quit the job, the jerk. 
 your jewelry jangles as you set it aside 
 in a place somewhat safe... . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 11:05:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-18T11:05:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>well THIS was amusing.</title>
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      <description>     the object of the game: choose an artist, utilize their songs to craft answers for each query. 
      all thanks to Georgiana. (i put an empty one at the base . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 23:55:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-16T23:55:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>at last</title>
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      <description>  
   
 
 at last , he sighs, 
 and holds her some. 
 against the nights 
 that came, and come; 
 to reach a moon, 
 and see a sun 
 from its cold cliffs-- 
 a shore, a bay, 
 a wolf not far . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 12:39:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Thomas W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-15T12:39:20Z</dc:date>
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