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    <title>Gather: Articles by Teresa May M.</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Teresa May M.</description>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:40:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Wake</title>
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      <description>She arrived home just as the flame swallowed wax and wick completely. Chona left her neighbor’s wake in time for her mother’s medicine.  

  A tiny glint of light coming from the cracked wall showed . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 05:40:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-24T05:40:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dorothy</title>
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      <description>  

  You are  

  The blue-eyed  

  Souvenir I kept  

  From my childhood  

  My father brought  

  You at the newly  

  Opened mall  

  Your scent  

  All crisp newness  

  Of your box when . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 21:36:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-13T21:36:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Clocks</title>
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      <description>  

  When I saw the clocks  

  On the display rack  

  I wish I had stayed home  

   

   Tick Tock   

   

  Listen to what Mama said  

  not to buy the yellow sundress  

  I'd . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 21:30:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-13T21:30:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Inside the prayer room</title>
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      <description>Not too long ago, I watched people lit candles as they pray for petition.      One candle stood atop the other in what seemed like an array of metal and melted wax. It looked so proud and tall.     . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 16:42:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-24T16:42:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>before i sleep</title>
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      <description>sleep doesn't come easy to me (most of the time) and what keeps me awake is the things that run in my head. i called them fragments, and if by chance i am holding a pen, i do jot them down. but . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 15:43:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-16T15:43:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>unhitch</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977147133</link>
      <description>The snags of your hair

Caught my hand

From going

Down to your neck

Like when I kissed you

Once inside my car

And you suddenly

Pressed the horn—

Laughing at me

From afar when I

Explained . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 16:35:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-14T16:35:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>phase</title>
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      <description>we sit under the sky

picking out the stars

over the moon

making wishes

as if our stars are

the boundless sea

washes and restores the

sand to its shore

claiming memories

mending pitfalls

  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:57:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-14T15:57:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>consecration</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977147108</link>
      <description>He drank the wine

That of which was blessed

During the sacrament

With the bread

He fed his cats

Sprinkling the murky water

Of man’s irreverence

And Father’s own desecration

On the pulpit . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:38:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-14T15:38:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a/gain</title>
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      <description>And we are strangers again

walking towards the shore

wherewe first met

retracing our footsteps

one by one

being washed

up to the sea</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:21:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-14T15:21:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Photograph</title>
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      <description>For I lack artistry

I struggle to capture

you in perfection

  

No fine lines

curves and

angles

to define the slightest

tweak of your mouth

the creases on your forehead

the uneven curves . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 15:17:27 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-14T15:17:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a flicker of memory</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977147076</link>
      <description>he tiptoed past his                      

daughter’s bedroom                      . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 14:57:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-14T14:57:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Junior</title>
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      <description>Listen to me, Jun. To tie a box, you have to make sure that you have a strong straw. Strong straws don’t break easily even if you pull it hard. And you have to pull it hard to tighten the knot. I . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 14:16:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-14T14:16:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Manolo Blahnik</title>
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      <description>My mother’s boss, Manolo Belacho, called home looking for my mother. It was nine in the evening and my younger sister had just fallen asleep. My father who worked night shift in one of the posh hotels . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 15:11:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Teresa May M.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-13T15:11:12Z</dc:date>
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