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		<title>The Timing of Intimacy</title>
		<link>http://fictionforum.wordpress.com/2009/05/27/the-timing-of-intimacy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 08:25:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The clock towers above the city, her
Moon face freckled by Roman numeral
Red and bruised gears churn inside like          anxiety
And drop tremors her steeple, dress for a funeral.
Speaking of trees, sweet amber caroline
is in a bottle of whiskey
rolling inside a purple suitcase, with his sinister buddies
and burping over multi-coloured cobblestones, that no horses walk on.
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		<title>Poetry from Aurora</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 06:50:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[VII.
sometimes when i get phone calls from you
it reminds me of that time i heard a cello playing
in an archway, but i couldn&#8217;t see the player
i could just hear the notes evaporating
 
in my dream, we are having a wonderful
time together, watching the children
playing below and sipping coca cola
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		<title>3 Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 11:02:54 +0000</pubDate>
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College
They come from home: swamps, sewers, and airlifts
Dragging with them their stench, mothers, and premature behavior.
“Class of 2012!” all pumped up.
What a great “New Ivy League” school
You should be proud to be here
Clearly you tried your hardest
And deserve a real. college. experience.
Close your eyes and breathe it in now.
Fill your fucking faces.
Turn on the showers [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=155&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Wistaria&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://fictionforum.wordpress.com/2008/08/08/wistaria-13/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 03:32:43 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Frabjous Friday]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[William Helmsley]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[June 5th 1975
Hiking Journal 
Finally! I am at the Broken Glass Mountain Range! There aren&#8217;t any trails, completely undeveloped (exactly why I am drawn to this rustic location). I&#8217;m camping at the foot of the biggest of these evergreen monuments, Cassiopeia&#8211; unlike the others, the peaks of this one are ice encrusted. They glint ever so slightly in the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=149&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;The Soulless</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 04:33:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Billy Lestrange]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
 
 I&#8217;m lying on the cot. Claudette is under my bed playing with her leopard print elephant. Anya is humming softly and I want to tell her that I&#8217;m sick. She peels away the webbing from her orange, she eats the bitter fruit. Bitter. 
 &#8220;Number 924!&#8221; A voice calls from the phone area. 9&#8230;2&#8230;4&#8230; My [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=143&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Conversation</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:53:20 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Taligrading Tuesday]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I remember you, Dyon, when you were nothin&#8217; more than a lovesick little boy.  Oh, look bored and exasperated all you please, but—you had a soul then, and you weren&#8217;t afraid of happiness—weren&#8217;t afraid to fight to be happy, with everything you had, against everything you-&#8221;
&#8220;Calla.&#8221;  He&#8217;s rolling his eyes, his voice thick [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=145&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;The Soulless&#8221; XII</title>
		<link>http://fictionforum.wordpress.com/2008/07/28/the-soulless-xii/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:10:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Anya Panova]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The breakfast rush wakes me up. Anya has left her cot all crinkly with night movements. I stretch and yawn and scratch myself. No shame. Why bother? The fat lady with the horrible cough lays in the cot beside me, she&#8217;s still asleep. Curled into her breast, almost disappearing between sheet and bosom, is her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=126&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting</title>
		<link>http://fictionforum.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/waiting-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:40:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Now look what you’ve made me do!” Alysha was fuming. <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=124&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Wistaria&#8221; BONUS</title>
		<link>http://fictionforum.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/wistaria-bonus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 07:05:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Isaiah Abel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Oblique Ravel]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[As compensation for missing last week and missing the deadline for today, here is a special extra bonus Wistaria entry. I know ALL of you are excited.
Cigarette Water
The taste of the whiskey burned my eyes. I saw everything in terms of onions. Isaiah was shirtless, lying on the counter with a cigarette in his mouth, unlit. The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=116&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Wistaria&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://fictionforum.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/wistaria-12/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 06:53:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
The Aquarium
 
 Through the walls I heard the deep systematic pounding of a bass. 
 A beat. 
 A rhythm. 
 One boy. That boy. 
 He played his music very loud from his garage. He blared his stereo, the whole neighborhood would echo with it. The elderly neighbors would get angry, but I sat on my porch and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&blog=3594369&post=113&subd=fictionforum&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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