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		<title>I didn&#8217;t call her. I didn&#8217;t call him&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This May is a phlegmy cough, spiked with cold gusts. The flowers, the lilac bushes, skulk like bums under the barrage of crappy weather; I am not at all pleased. My nights are crowded with blurry huddling, hoping I don&#8217;t wake the Boy with my stressed-out insomnia. When he stumbles to the door of my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t tell me that&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here, there was luminal tension, unopened mail left scattered on a counter-top, hands clenching at the sound of footsteps. Nothing was getting better. There should be no dance this clumsy, this wasteful. Spring rejected both of them. He, for his part, moved through the world with an excess of energy, bubbling over into the next [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ode to You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He was cross-eyed, wide hands, wild feet. For years and years on the farm rose he until the bridge to town fell in the ravine. At such a time, the boy, who was only handsome in rain and in danger, tilled the fields til the seeds ran out, fed the cattle til the grain ran [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t listen to your kids at bedtime&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They talk about seeing shadows on the walls, cast by flickering fires built to ward away the wild beasts. To us, these hairy, low-browed ancestors are so much science fiction, communicating in grunts and rough hand gestures, girded in chewed skins, bits of bone, staring out through the smoke at starlight. The neurons that fired [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A moment of selfishness&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She was comelier than window dressing; twice as useful, her smile thirty-one shards of glass. Her left hand stammered as she wrote and it was all alone she celebrated the small details. &#8220;Everything around me goes to hell,&#8221; sipping water, the other hand shaking, &#8220;perhaps what really plagues us is not reacting to the right [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No one was happier than I&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In this room, she wanders without worry. The predators are outside, swinging from tree to tree, yammering, hooting laughter, not yet over the thrill of their opposable thumbs. Sometimes, one will overestimate their leap and go crashing down into fragrant grasses dotted with pale green blossoms. The gardener takes very good care of the lawn. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.warpoodle.com/?p=157</link>
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		<title>Just a hobby&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is a list. There is always a list, fluttering off the desktop to the thread-covered carpet. Here, bleach stains from the ants, headset wires, bits of popcorn. A messy microcosm &#8211; I am no good at getting rid of it, perhaps paper the room with my well-intentioned lists? The dishevelry is still underneath; we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.warpoodle.com/?p=155</link>
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		<title>This is how everything began&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;That is the man? He is very ugly, brother.&#8221; &#8220;He&#8230;he is. But he is the one we need.&#8221; &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to, brother. I would rather not need at all.&#8221; He is crouched on his broad, flat feet, keeping balance with long, stained fingers perched lightly on the sands, watching the playful roll of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.warpoodle.com/?p=153</link>
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		<title>It was something straight out of the legends&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There were things that grew in the forest other than the lordly trees. Vines, dark and leaking red sap, wrapped around pale trunks and branches, often spreading from tree to tree across an acre or more of woodland. Miniature deer would lap at the sweet sap trails that glowed faintly in the shade and birds [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.warpoodle.com/?p=147</link>
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		<title>I know all about it. I know all about you&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She with the one white eye, superimposed over the horizon, glares through the window at me. I know better, I do, but it swirls through the air around me, polishing the skin on my fingers, bleaching the fine hairs at my temples. Did you ever meet such a freak? They were not as pretty, I [...]]]></description>
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