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    <title>Gather: Articles by Maggie F.</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 08:12:31 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2010-01-07T08:12:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wrong.</title>
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      <description>You're not a poet? That, my darling, is, 
 with all due respect, complete, utter, and total 
 bullshit. 
 You 
 are a poet, as is everybody 
 else. Life is poetry. You live, therefore 
 you are a poet. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 04:14:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T04:14:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Poem On An Engagement</title>
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      <description>Big girl, you are beautiful, but you never believed when 
 I told you. I am your sister. Of course I think that 
 you are one of the strongest, smartest, most 
 amazing women I have ever met, or will . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:30:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977978578</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T23:30:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Lines For Fortune Cookies (Inspired by John O'Hara)</title>
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      <description>You laugh because you know it's true. You'll be the 23rd one in - and 20 minutes late. You are a fractal. Overland is the only path. You will be covered in frozen water. You say "the house". Whose house? . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 19:50:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977978192</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T19:50:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>For My Dinner</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977976527</link>
      <description>This one goes out to you, 
 giant protein-packed pancake. 
 Your deliciousness is nearly paralleled by 
 your delightful golden-brown color, your 
 light and fluffy texture, and your 
 oh-so-spicy tongue-trillingly . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:01:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T00:01:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dear Joseph (An Explanation)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977974841</link>
      <description>I'm not trying to rush, you see. 
 I'd rather not grow up 
 at all, but life 
 phases just simply aren't 
 the sort of thing one can control. 
   
 You notice something changing in 
 the footing . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 02:07:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977974841</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T02:07:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Haiku Of A Sleepless Night</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973959</link>
      <description>life, the universe, 
 the world. something wants to know 
 is it worth all this?</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 12:10:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973959</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T12:10:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Another Political Poem</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967414</link>
      <description>Power is the joint creation of all the people, so 
 shouldn't it, by law, belong jointly to all the people? 
   
 Power can't belong to all the people because the power is 
 in 
 your 
 mind, 
 in . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:39:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967414</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T23:39:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Need To Write</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969328</link>
      <description>I need to write 
 an essay, but 
 my thoughts are poetry and I 
 can feel them coursing through 
 my bloodstream 
 pounding in my brain and begging, 
 pleading to be released before 
 they suffer the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:11:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969328</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T23:11:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>For Kimberly, With Love</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969302</link>
      <description>conceived under the colors of a flag 
 that stood for pride 
 was a gorgeous baby girl who'd never 
 get to be a blushing bride 
   
 she fell in love, 
 and told them all, but all they had to say . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 22:58:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T22:58:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Couplet</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969292</link>
      <description>e 
 c 
 i 
 D 
   
 in 4 
   
 Dimnin 
 esos 
   
 fall 
 like 
 broken pots 
 against a 
   
 w 
 a 
 l 
 l 
 .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 22:52:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T22:52:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>For A Friend</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977959720</link>
      <description>hey 
 
 i never get to talk to you any more. 
 
 i miss you. 
 
 i heard kimberly saw on your facebook that you broke up with jemila? 
 
 i don't wanna have to hear third-hand about my best friend's . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:52:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-23T03:52:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Testing Limits</title>
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      <description>I am supposed to write  a poem, without form in a style  that isn't mine,  and might not ever be. I,                         . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 03:59:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-17T03:59:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dynamite is Only Cerebral</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977950402</link>
      <description>Clink! 
 Clank! 
 Boom! 
   
 Thoughts exploding 
 from the Brain 
 Knocking ink 
 onto paper as 
 the jar is 
 tip 
 ped. 
   
 Flowing? No. 
 Splattering, 
 pell-mell, 
 helter-skelter 
 onto . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 20:54:46 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977950402</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-16T20:54:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>?</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977949398</link>
      <description>Concept, Title, Poem. 
 No! 
 Concept, Poem, Title! 
 No! 
 Poem, Concept, Title? 
 Rarely. 
 When, then? 
 AllAtOnce!</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 06:22:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977949398</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-16T06:22:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>First Words</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977930071</link>
      <description>[[Author's Note: I wrote this poem exclusively from the first words that people said to me on one particular day. I didn't rearrange or add anything, but I cut some. I just stopped at the point in the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 04:13:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977930071</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-04T04:13:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hypocrisy of the Highest Degree</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977930057</link>
      <description>"they need to get up to date," she said, 
 "these KKK people who wanna go back. 
 That's why i Hate southerners." 
 while 
 i can understand 
 not liking those who Hate 
 for a part of who i am, 
 i do . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 04:02:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977930057</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-04T04:02:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Clark Kent Couldn't Save Us</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977929967</link>
      <description>"The One, The Only, The Ultimate" 
   
 Maui 
 Loki 
 Das Ubermensch 
 Iron Man 
   
 Up, Up, and A-why 
 do we need a superhuman superhero?</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 02:24:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977929967</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-04T02:24:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>An Exercise In Forms</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977929937</link>
      <description>A girl, out of 
 Boredom, decides to write a poem that 
 Can fit into a pre- 
 Determined, traditional form. She thinks it might be 
 Easy, maybe even 
 Fast, but, still, she struggles 
 Greatly with . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 02:00:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977929937</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-04T02:00:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Soul Rises To The Top</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977929898</link>
      <description>My Soul rises to the top, and shines 
 through all the rest of my body. 
   
 My Soul rises to the top, and reflects 
 my true intentions. 
   
 My Soul rises to the top, and covers 
 all my . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 01:23:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977929898</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-04T01:23:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Social Experiment: The Social Editing Revolution, Part 1</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977917701</link>
      <description>Today I posted the following on my googlewave account, and invited everybody I'm friends with as a collaborator. I plan on following through, and will post the final result some time in the future. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 18:53:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977917701</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-25T18:53:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Poetry (Performance Piece, Recording Draft)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977915556</link>
      <description>[[I decided to post this piece at every editing step, just so anybody who reads my stuff on a regular basis has an idea of how things change. This also gives me the chance to get feedback from people . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:03:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977915556</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-24T14:03:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Poetry (Performance Piece Draft 2)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977913411</link>
      <description>[[I decided to post this piece at every editing step, just so anybody who reads my stuff on a regular basis has an idea of how things change. This also gives me the chance to get feedback from people . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 07:36:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977913411</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-23T07:36:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Poetry (My Currently-Being-Edited Performance Piece)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977908364</link>
      <description>Poetry is rebellion without a cause 
 to the first degree, because 
 at the most basic level we 
 just want to be free 
   
 and so 
 we write 
 no need for 1, 2, or 3 cause 
 we have a, b, and c . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:02:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977908364</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-19T13:02:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Personal Poetic Protest (Post-G20 Recording Version)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977902715</link>
      <description>I 
 am an anarchist 
 of the most dangerous kind. 
   
 I 
 believe 
 not in destruction of property, 
 but 
 in destruction of arguments. 
   
 I 
 live in an era of change 
 in a city of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 09:32:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977902715</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-16T09:32:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Beauty</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977884106</link>
      <description>Beauty is not 
 in the eye of the beholder, 
 but 
 in all things that exist. 
   
 In all 
 men 
 women 
 children 
 people 
 places 
 things 
 ideas 
 there is an inherent 
 beauty that 
 can never . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:41:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977884106</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-04T04:41:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>If The World Refuses Change</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977855980</link>
      <description>Water crashing down in walls, 
 Deserts dry as dust. 
 What's become of our great world? 
 Our cities all are rust- 
 ing underwater where the sea has come ashore. 
 Children cry, starving, with no cropland . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 05:11:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977855980</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-16T05:11:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Why I Write</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977830237</link>
      <description>I write for myself. Throughout my life, the one factor that has remained constant is that I write. From the first piece of non-preschool-homework paper I have in the binder titled "Story of My Life", . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 07:35:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977830237</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-29T07:35:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>This was going to be my college essay, but it needs a major rewrite. I like this version as its own thing, though.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977830200</link>
      <description>There once was a girl. There have been many girls throughout time, but we'll be speaking of one particular girl.  This girl left what she knew in hope of a better life. She did not immigrate to another . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 06:36:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977830200</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-29T06:36:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Real Me Survey...</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977823567</link>
      <description>I'm not so sure this is a better description of me than anything else I'd post, but I'll try it. What's there to lose? 
   
 
   The Real Me Survey:   
 
 
   My personality   
 
 
 
  The song to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 18:12:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977823567</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-23T18:12:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Driving Drunk With Passengers: 2 years prison, License revoked.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977819027</link>
      <description>When I was young, my 
 mom would point across the street, at 
 boys recently released from juvenile 
 delinquent facilities, and back at it 
 again 
 already. She would say, 
 "You see those kids? they're . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 21:41:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977819027</guid>
      <dc:creator>Maggie F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-19T21:41:24Z</dc:date>
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