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		<title>First Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 21:02:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>First Love By Shaun Day Woods Share Poetry She tried to love him lessTo make the phone calls more infrequent.To think of love as a conspiracyBetween sadness and sadism.For a while she even begged her breasts To stop growing. Her...</p>
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		<title>A Cowboy Ghazal in a Time of Global Warming</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 20:50:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A Cowboy Ghazal in a Time of Global Warming By Michael Boissevain Share Poetry When I was a kid, my mother made stew and biscuits with honey. In that time the world spun quietly around us. My horse goes where...</p>
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		<title>Crossover Flirting</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 20:44:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Crossover Flirting By Allison Whittenberg Share Poetry Imagine your finance&#8217;s hand up my thigh,Him telling me I looked like a Black Julia RobertsSo innocent, so hotSomething about my narrow faceMy steel belted radial lips&#8230;All rightI liked itThis being fed.Enormous is...</p>
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		<title>Feet First</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2025 13:53:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Feet First By Melanie Maier Share Poetry He leaves us unexpectedly, as we sat outside his open bedroom door laughing and reminiscing about the jokes he loved to tell; the stories he made up for sleepy daughters, his laugh that...</p>
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		<title>Gloss off-white paint</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2025 13:22:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Gloss off-white paint By DS Maolalaí Share Poetry the house still reminds me of my grandmotherin spite of the work. it&#8217;s not that she lived herebut the shell of thick paint which enamels each door is exactly the same as...</p>
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		<title>A Man With a Paddle</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2025 21:59:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A Man With a Paddle  By Diana Raab, PhD Share Poetry A man stands on a cornerwearing a baseball hatholding a canoe paddle with a hole.in its blade. His eyes follow passingcars and beg for a night of warmthor a...</p>
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		<title>Celestial / Terrestrial Event</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2025 21:24:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Celestial / Terrestrial Event By William Doreski Share Poetry In the green light of the auroraa bear emerges from the woodsto ransack bird feeders for seedand rummage the garden for grubs. No cubs so must be a male.He’s shaggy as...</p>
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		<title>birth day present</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jan 2025 22:40:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>birth day present By Joshua St. Claire Share Poetry the sparkle factory’sragged draggingto spar the cylinders of spruce we simply must keep the whole town TURNED ON ahh—the vorpal scalpel’s snicker-snack what has it got in its pocketses?my birth day...</p>
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		<title>Alchemy</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 20:58:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Alchemy By Loralee Clark Share Poetry cording the cotton and wool fibers layer after layer encircling one another; an offering for all the white petals she plucks and tapesonto cool, blue painted pages: perfect corollas. Before she leaves the maple,...</p>
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		<title>ghoulfriend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 00:46:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>ghoulfriend By Megan Petronella Share Poetry goddamn it all just waiting for the end wailing like a banshee bitchunable to gnaw the thread of timefifteen foreverintestines knotted up like twigs in wilderness hairshaven around the woundsbut otherwise grotesque.a rabid beast...</p>
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