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		<title>The Need for Flight</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 01:32:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Scott Owens]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Scott Owens Two doves, or one, and a spot on my window ride the winded wire, one, spreading its wings from time to time to stay on top, the other, absolute in its ideal sense of balance, needing no wings, and going nowhere.]]></description>
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		<title>If I Could Imagine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:42:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[New]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Joseph Milosch The decal of a woman is on the red prophylactic machine in a Chula Vista bar. Across its front someone has peeled her away until she appears to have a head wound, partially encased by her undulating hair. The precise manner someone took to cut away this decal has produced a sculptured [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Potential Of Speech</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 21:46:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Martha Christina]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Martha Christina Free of cage and owner, returned to the multitude, a parrot might articulate what the others had only thought: how good to be one of a flock. Blogged with the Flock Browser]]></description>
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		<title>And if the stars fail us</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 21:11:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Dretta Grace White]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Dretta Grace White And if the stars fail us What becomes us  then My darling ones What becomes us now A song A psalm The unfolding line A rhyme Tales of sorrow so swiftly said The heart beats once Twice Or none What becomes us My darling ones What keeps us here]]></description>
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		<title>Under moonlights magic</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/moonlights-magic/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 20:16:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Kippy Stewart]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Kippy Stewart Under moonlights magic Cricket songs sound long of summers passing too swiftly, towards Octobers Fall. When snowflakes pile in winter, &#8216;ll dream dreams of summertime Within the rhythm of Crickets lullaby&#8230;.]]></description>
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		<title>Why I Feel How I Do</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/why-i-feel-how-i-do/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/why-i-feel-how-i-do/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 19:01:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Howie Good]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Howie Good Because day by day I am less real Because the cemetery half-listens Because the mirror mutters too Because stranded here for now Because the sky is everyone&#8217;s Because though poorly patched in places and attracted to the form of a mountain Because like an accidental gunshot Because she says it isn&#8217;t raining [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Way Out</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/the-way-out/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 18:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Hostovsky</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Paul Hostovsky]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Paul Hostovsky The way out isn&#8217;t under or over or around or even through. It&#8217;s with. With is the only way out. In fact, out isn&#8217;t the way out either. Out is a misnomer.]]></description>
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		<title>On the Bluff</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/on-the-bluff/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 17:44:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Neal Whitman]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry Prof.]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman mist settles on the soft harbor surf sounding gentle ship horn and seal bark in rain on shore under fog we know they are there four buoys below no one on shore but gulls]]></description>
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		<title>Awakening</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 17:10:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[New]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=1548</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Joseph Milosch What we know about the mocking bird is next to nothing. Some say the bird mimics everything it hears: a chainsaw, a Jeep wrenching an iron post, the squeaking of a wooden gate. Some say the bird mimics only the animals it hears: a feral cat, calling out its young, a singer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vacation, Cape Cod</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/vacation-cape-cod/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 16:16:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Susan Dion]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Susan Dion You&#8217;ve thrown those dark weary work shoes before the old cottage&#8217;s entrance door. A summer ritual. Deliberately discarded, the muddied, masculine footwear conveys an image of carelessness. But these are dual sentries whose sole mission is to halt any troublemakers, thieves, attackers, or worse, remaining on duty both day and night, providing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A New Year … A New Poet</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/a-new-year-%e2%80%a6-a-new-poet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 05:03:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Features]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Not Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Neal Whitman]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry Prof.]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Greek philosopher, Heraclitus (535 &#8211; 475 BCE) is famous for one of the most quoted statements in the history of Western Civilization: &#8220;No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man. ” I am not the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>New Year&#8217;s Haiku 2012</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/new-years-haiku-2012/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 05:01:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Last year, my seasonal haiku started with roving in a basket that would turn into a scarf. This morning I walked into town with it wound round my neck –– No! Not the roving. The scarf. What&#8217;s new this year? This haiku is inspired by my friend, Richard Platt, whose [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Inspiration</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/inspiration/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 14:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Michal Mahgerefteh]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Michal Mahgerefteh I wait for words to inscribe softly, to direct the days to come. In this waiting my throat is tight, unable to voice a shade of worthy memory. I reel in the house of flesh, listening to the breathing of sleeping nature, drink &#8217;til drunk on pomegranate wine and lean against the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Acrostic Ballad of the Sleeping Gypsy</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/sleeping-gypsy/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/sleeping-gypsy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 13:36:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Neal Whitman]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=165</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman Gypsy music in a dream Attracts a lion to man and mandolin Rousseau inspires the poet to capture Contours of a ballad in crystalline color It is a dark mysterious song A distant murmur under the moon. &#8220;Let me climb On the mountain, mountain Rumors of warm dawn Come through the olive [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dreidel in Rudolph&#8217;s Manger</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/the-dreidel-in-rudolphs-manger/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/the-dreidel-in-rudolphs-manger/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 11:13:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Todd Walton</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Todd Walton]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Todd Walton Israel Jacobs, born a Jew, and Margaret O&#8217;Hara, born and baptized a Catholic, were married in the spring of 1999. And despite their mothers, they lived quite happily until their only child, Felix, turned five. Then Christmas and Hanukkah loomed simultaneously as they always do, and the whole kettle of fish, gefilte [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Naming</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/naming/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/naming/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 11:13:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Francine Marie Tolf]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Francine Marie Tolf We have lost our ability to name. We say collateral damage, downsizing, factory farm. Error in judgment. Extraordinary rendition. We say sky, but we don&#8217;t mean it. We say antelope, owl, as if these words had power. As if the names of animals hadn&#8217;t long fled back into animals, where they [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Haiku 2011</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/winter-haiku-2011/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/winter-haiku-2011/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 05:28:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Okay, dear readers, I admit it. Sometimes I &#8220;make up&#8221; my haiku –– that is, offer images I imagined. But, this morning, on my &#8220;crack of dawn&#8221; round of golf, here on the California Central Coast&#8217;s Monterey Peninsula, I witnessed this. a flock of coots with them ahead of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Edible Blossoms</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/edible-blossoms/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 09:14:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Margarita Engle]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Margarita Engle Rose petal jam, rosebud candy carved into the shapes of people, beasts, birds; syrup of violets, the variations are soothing. Even the names convey magic mimosa butter sandwiches, nasturtium sauce, marigold soup, carnations for melancholy, the fragrance of rose leaves and mint for sleep, tucked in a pillow&#8230;dreams&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Two Short Poems</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/two-short-poems/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 07:05:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Alice Folkart]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=924</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Alice Folkart Date Line The date line is fine with me, just can&#8217;t see that far, don&#8217;t know where you are, what day or time it is, We just whizz past it. God&#8217;s in his Heaven, all&#8217;s night on this world. Jet Lag The soul moves at its own pace will not win a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Frozen Lake</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/frozen-lake/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 06:03:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[John Grey]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by John Grey It either refuses my reflection or still has it, trapped under ice, from the last time.]]></description>
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		<title>Birding</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/birding/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 05:05:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Margarita Engle]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Margarita Engle Motionless in the forest I watch a raven&#8217;s flight gunshots too close must I explain my own stillness to wayward hunters?]]></description>
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		<title>Spring Haiku</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/spring-haiku-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 02:54:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Neal Whitman]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry Prof.]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman The Vernal Equinox — This year, a Saturday — 10:32 Pacific Standard Time — In your Time Zone, how about picking that same moment to find a green spot and lie on your back? the breeze a soft kiss house finches lacing the air my sweater a pillow]]></description>
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		<title>Spring Haiku</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/spring-haiku/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 01:47:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman a young house sparrow sits in the empty bird bath early morning rain Neal Whitman is a member of the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society of San Jose, the Haiku Poets of Northern California, and the Haiku Society of America. Though contemporaries vary the syllable count, he likes to stick to the traditional [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Latin Met the Anglo-Saxon</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/latin-met-the-anglo-saxon/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/latin-met-the-anglo-saxon/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 17:34:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[New]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Joseph Milosch In Latin class we were bored. In the hallways we’d say, Carl sed est. We translated it loosely to mean Carl’s an ass. We’d change phrases we were to memorize from nil sine Numine (nothing without Providence) to nil sine nivibus (nothing without snow). We’d call new students testibus torpidus (numb nuts). [...]]]></description>
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		<dc:creator>Persis M. Karim</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Persis M. Karim She can feel his voice breaking across her body, calling something out in her. She wants to know this story. In the story of lost passports and fathers, the ones they&#8217;ve never had, she senses another story. The way they name themselves. The languages that lie hidden in the throats of [...]]]></description>
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