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    <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 13:38:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>'tis the season/essence</title>
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      <description>'tis the season  
 
   
 
  As we strive through painful cold, treacherous dark,  dodging danger, palpitating heart,  anxiety our stark true friend Dream of this season's end in joyful meeting, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 08:43:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-22T08:43:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Earth</title>
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      <description>  
 “We’re out of time”, he said while speeding down the hallway in his car. 
 He was a rich man. His rooms were renowned for being too spacious. His kitchen had a garden to its . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 19:39:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-18T19:39:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Flash of Movement</title>
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      <description>A Flash of Movement  
 
   
 
  She was notably physically expressive, flowing easily from one movement into the next.  
 
   
 
  "Gets it from her father's kin.  We were much more . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 19:39:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-27T19:39:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Brainstorm for Healthcare</title>
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      <description>Brainstorming:   We need a theme song, easy to remember on point lyrics, catch tune, keep the protestors energized and make our point clearly.   Teach-ins at local gathering places, outside . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:02:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-17T17:02:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>capital punishment reply (in poetic format)</title>
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      <description>Capital Crime    
 
 
     
 
 
  Sweet old daddy  
 
 
  Doing his will in the night  
 
 
  Keeping the mamas afright  
 
 
  for the plight of each  
 
 
  beloved child, so tender  
 
  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 18:55:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-02T18:55:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>cubicle woman</title>
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      <description>cubicle woman 
 The moments go by if you forget they're there. Sucking in sweetness, hot sugared coffee, aroma into memory. It might be a warm, clammy late summer afternoon. Hints of autumn like . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:04:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-10T17:04:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>from Into the Woods (Something Sacred)</title>
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      <description>from  Into the Woods ( Something Sacred ) 
   
 
   At first she walked without thought, mind caught up in languageless reverie, body exquisitely attuned to every sound, scent, touch of living . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 22:11:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-28T22:11:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Measure of Magnitude</title>
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      <description>Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one. 
 He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 02:27:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-18T02:27:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>All God's Children</title>
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      <description>"Great day, my brethren! We are ready to execute our plan, and some Baby Killers. (laughs)  For those of you who were not at our last meeting, Joe here -- come on up here with me, Joe . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:41:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-11T20:41:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Few, Famous Weeks for Forgetting</title>
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      <description>  

 16807. 

 He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past. 

   

 2401. 

 She wanted him to be . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 02:24:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-27T02:24:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sensation</title>
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      <description>  

    Light    

 A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 13:49:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-01T13:49:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the gift of art</title>
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      <description>I have been searching, seeking, in the sense of philosophy for the purpose of art in the world of humanity.  Today, while listening to background noise on the tv, rightbrain/left brain science for . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:54:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-01T01:54:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>utopian flash fiction challenge</title>
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      <description>In an effort to jumpstart this old utopian flash fiction project, I propose a challenge.  If it results in stories, I will propose others.  [the results are the reward] 

   

 flash fiction . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 21:49:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-02-08T21:49:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Drought</title>
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      <description>I have a frozen rain in a glass jar. A regiment of raindrops. Carefully synchronized. The droplets are always in the state of falling. So that the rain goes on forever. 

 I often step into the glass. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 16:08:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-22T16:08:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Short Essay on Poverty</title>
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      <description>She had a golden tear. It had grown on the left side of her cheek. Its root went further. Right through her skin. Onto the back side of her tongue. 
 
She wept when she was hungry. 

   

   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:22:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-19T17:22:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Intersection of Eight</title>
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      <description>On the day he turned eight, his grandma gifted him a book. It was called “The Intersection of Eight”. He couldn’t understand the title. And therefore, it became all the more elusive to him. And although . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 16:44:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-18T16:44:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Night: An Introduction</title>
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      <description>He says he had watched the earth on a casual afternoon. Intermittent with the darkness. He says the earth had climbed into his eyes. 

 Splashed. 

 He says he carries his childhood in his palm. He . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 07:23:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-18T07:23:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Democracy: An Introduction</title>
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      <description>The twilight broke his window pane. Along with all other glasses in his home. Shards of glass dusts scattered all over the floor. Illumined by a forgotten light of the day bygone. The illumination . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 18:51:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-25T18:51:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How 'bout Using This Pen?</title>
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      <description>1. 

 Your mind is a principle. A theory of waves. 

 Your last thoughts rippled onto my fingernails. Leaving scars. The pattern was always oddly recognizable. Some say the scar had the same unmistakable . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 15:13:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-30T15:13:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>update from Persephone's journal</title>
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      <description>brought to you by  http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com   

 Moon in Pisces 
 
 I've been sleeping so much more than usual, actively wanting to sleep. It's not physical tiredness, but a strong . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 00:39:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-11-11T00:39:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Acts of Desolation</title>
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      <description>http://caelastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/acts-of-desolation-when-battlefield.html .   
 
 
 
  .   
 
 
  This is the ongoing evolution of what I am visualizing as a graphic novel.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 02:47:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-10T02:47:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Herman's been Cryin' all Afternoon</title>
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      <description>This mornin' Herman finally shot them two dogs been killin' the chickens. He was countin' himself lucky as he drove down that rocky part of Christmas Tree Road. Then damn, own the way to the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 19:59:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Lavonne W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-30T19:59:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Short, Endless Biography of Tushi</title>
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      <description>Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean. 

 She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 19:03:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-14T19:03:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Marriage: An Introduction</title>
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      <description>[ For John's Humor Monday ]  
  
  
 He lost his temper that afternoon. It wasn’t an easy find. He searched everywhere – beneath the cushion, between his many clothes, inside her ears. But he was . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 12:25:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-22T12:25:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Push</title>
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      <description>                                   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 11:46:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-12T11:46:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>from Persephone's journal: on politics</title>
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      <description>Of course the Goddess Center women are all abuzz in heated political debate, or rather debate about the highly hyped issues and candidates. I'm generally more into meta-politics, the underlying philosophies, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 06:56:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-10T06:56:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Persephone says: relating</title>
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      <description>Here I am again, going public with a bit more of a project I have been musing over for quite some time. This is from draft one (the only one so far) of a leisurely developing novel and personal experiment. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 05:12:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>libramoon  C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-22T05:12:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Sight of Walking Tiptoed</title>
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      <description>[ On 15th August 1947, India won Independence ] 
  
  
  
 

 “There’s always two sides to a gate” his father had told him “and one side’s not equal to the other.” 

 “There are always two worlds”, he . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:11:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>The Clown !!!</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-20T07:11:48Z</dc:date>
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