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		<title>Wish Wires</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After fifteen years in,
what you must know now.]]></description>
		<link>http://shortstorieslongodds.com/2010/09/01/wish-wires/</link>
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		<title>Summer Poems: III</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I learned of what you&#8217;d said and discovered what you really are, my first thought was revenge. After my mother took you in (when no one else wanted you, and I see why) you threatened to beat her. When she was diagnosed with cancer, you told her she wouldn&#8217;t live to see her grandchild. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shortstorieslongodds.com/2010/08/16/summer-poems-iii/</link>
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		<title>Summer Poems: II</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Look, every child makes a choice on some later, grown-up day to seek glory or not. Okay? For some, the voice is an inescapable ghost, assuring them: they are meant for more, to open up the frightening door, to stand where &#8220;branch&#8221; becomes &#8220;stem&#8221; and to make bets on themselves. I don&#8217;t mean to say [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shortstorieslongodds.com/2010/08/03/summer-poems-ii/</link>
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		<title>Summer Poems: I</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am everything I know now (and not much else) and you are everything, too. Every word I say is like a bridge in Michigan. My hands have hurt in these last few weeks, right elbow locking and frying some ulnar nerve without real provocation, and when I stay up late or I, in distraction, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shortstorieslongodds.com/2010/07/21/summer-poems-i/</link>
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		<title>A Eulogy for My Mother</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If the world were comprised of people like our mother, it would be clean and orderly &#8211; there would be no poor people or lack of social justice. The world would be devoid of hatred and spite. Everyone would have food and hope. Everyone would have a good story to share and the friendliness to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shortstorieslongodds.com/2010/05/31/a-eulogy-for-my-mother/</link>
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		<title>The Ninth Spring In Denton</title>
		<description><![CDATA[All night, for days: the wind blows and blows. I was so happy it was warm enough to open windows during my birthday week, that even though the wind blew and blew things all over the office and tore magnets off of our refrigerator, I did it anyways. I opened windows; the wind blows and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shortstorieslongodds.com/2010/03/31/the-ninth-spring-in-denton/</link>
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		<title>Song: Folk Song #1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know that she&#8217;s a little older and maybe that&#8217;s what made you bolder but now I&#8217;m sure your love is colder while you wait on bail I&#8217;ll bet she smiled thin, like a wire stooping as she set the fire did you maybe kick the tires before you went to jail We spend our [...]]]></description>
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