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	<title>tiny nothing of things</title>
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	<description>here is my heliometer, measuring quietly in words</description>
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		<title>antipoetry</title>
		<description>amicable. adj. characterized by friendliness and absence of discord.  ORIGIN (in the sense of pleasant) from late L. amicus 'friend'

an amicable seper ashun

friend. n. 1 a person with whom one has had a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations. &#62; used in polite address to ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/antipoetry/</link>
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		<title>april 18th</title>
		<description> 

perfectly grey, perfectly clear
stone and twig 

 ice-winds
tumble and shove
This terrible cave

blown to face her by gusting April winds.
the weed bucket lures her into its hellish mouth
plastic silent scream
pattered by rain.

spring makes a mockery of her
as a crowd
loudly surging forward to an invisible horizon
an invisible end
and what but the light shall guide ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/04/18/april-18th/</link>
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		<title>Was it potatoes or tomatoes they called love apples, I can&#8217;t remember?</title>
		<description>pernicious persimmon
oh we are all so sadforyou
seedfilled and bloating in your
                                     shiny fatskin-firmflesh

cowering, glowering in the seedbeds and
sniping with the seeedliings
you skulk-sulk
and turn my stomach with your fleshy ripeness.

sooner or later a toad will  s u c k
the jooce from you
and all that shall remain will be your  shiny  red  skin
shrivelled ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/was-it-potatoes-or-tomatoes-they-called-love-apples-i-cant-remember/</link>
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		<title>annual show</title>
		<description>cellophanewrapped
flimsy and so full of what-may-happens;
On   This   Cold   Day
                                    the small schedule of classes on my doormat
brings August
early

heaven knows we need some sunshine
Dahlia - 1 vase, 3 blooms, miniature, Decorative, Cactus or Semi-Cactus
under thick.canvas, a sordino for the obligatory unexpected summer downpour

We nearly bought a pair of yellow-footed calling ducks
and

'why ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/annual-show/</link>
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		<title>three rings</title>
		<description>then again, we could
.
.
the phone burrrrrrs off the rest and
I burn off the rest of the daylong shadows with a match
Sulphurous
.
.
we could be lovers, i suppose, but what for, really?
.
.
for fun,
for conversations about penguins
                         and sharing meals
.
.
i smile.
i  wonder if he would say that if i were a fat cook
with ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/03/14/three-rings/</link>
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		<title>i have to leave three rings before answering ~ its just what i do, thats all</title>
		<description>then again, we could

the phone burrrrrrs off the rest and I burn off the rest of the days shadows with a match
Sulphurous

we could be lovers, i suppose, but what for, really?

for fun, for conversations about penguins and sharing meals

smile and wonder if he would say that if i were a ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/03/11/i-have-to-leave-three-rings-before-answering-its-just-what-i-do-thats-all/</link>
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		<title>but oh my how it hurts</title>
		<description>now that the crocuses are peeping
bashfully
                 (we are so sorry, we know its early but we are here)

and last time, last time, last year.......this time last year, when I was happy
and
whole

and notshattered

no edits, no sobriety will make this coherent, only straight.

so I let him cut me a fringe, I sat ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/02/28/but-oh-my-how-it-hurts/</link>
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		<title>so i went</title>
		<description>and it was nice
                         [rare bloody-slice
                         treebark beef]
                                                        enough

the house was most.empty on return
                          most emp tee
an allabout me   ee lek tri sit ee   tingled
                           moth;breath
                                                

                                                                                  in anotherlife it would be
                                                                                  (Da da daaaaa.......)LOVE

but oh, shhh, not here, notnow
sosilly silly silly

                                                                                (it was allfine ~  then you{shh, stop} said
                                                                                                            thatthing

your mouth ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/02/24/so-i-went/</link>
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		<title>wallet hypoxia</title>
		<description>is over at last
and from the hilltop
my arm, strained back and
~flingring a spin: freezing air humms
and a perfect arc through scritchbranches
to softland in seven years of leaflitter mossbeds
                                                       :archaeologists
upon removing the old.hill will call for the magnifying glass

                                                                                                            SLJ 2001 </description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/02/17/wallet-hypoxia/</link>
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		<title>what are we to do about the carpet</title>
		<description>but pull it up~ stuckbacked and smellling
heave it
leaving gritmotes and hairy bits ev ree where

                                         yeah, you'd be proud of me for listmaking
                                         []kitchen ceiling
                                         []dump carpet
                                         []beer better muthur
                                         []repairlife n broke n heart
                                         []dinner?

sniggle yourself thin within grim.walls
                                         night recalls and the depths of the lumbering dream.sea

~ waterweight
dreamstate numbering

swallow'cobbles
                           bellyheavy and ...</description>
		<link>http://beeskiffle.wordpress.com/2008/02/14/what-are-we-to-do-about-the-carpet/</link>
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