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		<title>Opus at Fifty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 14:40:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Joseph Milosch I dreamed I was running in a field with a girl dressed in light shorts. Her tanned legs flickered and our feet flashed faster than echoes of falling footsteps as flies became fireworks, imitating centuries of supernovas. I dreamed we were running in a field without any flowers or clover blossoms. We [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Who Gets the Last Laugh?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 04:54:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Last month we celebrated April Fools&#8217; Day with a tribute to the &#8220;Ern Malley&#8221; hoax. To recap: two poets, James McAuley and Harold Stewart, published poems they concocted under the name of Ern Malley. I learned of this gag when I decided to fill in a gap in my home [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Gust of Wind</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 00:37:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by JosephMilosch Spring rose clean as birches during my last leap year home. For the past ten years, I spent winter afternoons on this lake. Soon I’d be the first to graduate, but this evening I skated with my hockey stick and some primitive rhythm composed for blade and tin. I shot the puck, an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stash’s Letter to His Lost Child</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 13:17:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Joseph Milosch When I was in the army, I met a woman and went A.W.O.L. My friends found me. It wasn’t hard. I was drinking. It could of been that I was in the same bar that they left me in. It could of been that I was at her home. They found me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>It Might Have Started in 1582</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 04:49:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Yes, it might have been the year that the Gregorian Calendar was introduced and New Year&#8217;s Day was moved from April 1 to January 1. News traveled more slowly back then and folks who still got the day wrong were said to be fools. A wonder of the Internet is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Spring Haiku, March, 2012</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 01:47:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman March Madness! For many of you, those words bring to mind how wild and woolly the weather can be. The calendar says &#8220;First Day of Spring,&#8221; but you are not ready to fold and put away the extra blanket you spread over the bed last November. For gamblers, March Madness means point [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Awakening</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 15:26:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=1560</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Joseph Milosch What we know about the mocking bird is next to nothing. John says the bird mimics everything it hears: a chainsaw, a Jeep wrenching an iron post, the squeaking of a wooden gate. His wife says the bird mimics only the animals it hears: a feral cat, calling out its young, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Haiku: oooh … aaah!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 13:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Something new this month: footnotes. Not to worry. Nothing here will be on &#8220;The Test.&#8221; It is just that this month&#8217;s profession of what I believe requires a little documentation to credit others. Next month I will return footnote-less and footloose. In the 18th century, while Yosa Buson, dubbed &#8220;Poet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Addendum</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 05:05:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Howie Good I like the way it sounds like a splash of bells, and a giant stumbling heart, and the prayerful name of the saint of vagrants. And I like what it means, something added – Sorry, or Love you, or tomorrow. Previously published on Right Hand Pointing]]></description>
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		<title>Stash’s Letter To His Lost Child</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 16:15:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=1556</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Joseph Milosch I haven’t worked for 24 weeks. Instead, I walk the streets in the hours I used to drive. During these months, I&#8217;ve come to wonder if I&#8217;m too old to work. Outside the small shop beside an equipment yard, a mechanic begins to torque the engine bolts. The shop employs a Doberman [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Just a Suggestion, Okay?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:44:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Can we talk? No, let&#8217;s not of graves, of worms, and epitaphs (Richard II, Act III, scene 2), but of editors. Dateline. August 22, 2011: I emailed ten tanka to a journal. Tanka, if you do not know, are five-line poems. November 28: two days before the journal was due [...]]]></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>
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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>Awakening</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 17:10:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<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>New Year&#8217;s Haiku 2012</title>
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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>Winter Haiku 2011</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/winter-haiku-2011/</link>
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		<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>Latin Met the Anglo-Saxon</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/latin-met-the-anglo-saxon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 17:34:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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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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		<title>The Dieter Rams Principles of Design: 10 into 7</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 05:07:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Dieter Rams was a German industrial designer whose motto was Weniger, aber besser –– Less, but better. He was Chief of Design for Braun from 1961 to 1995, and many of his designs for kitchen appliances, audio-visual equipment, wrist watches &#38; clocks, shavers, and so on are in museum collections. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bottle Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 13:26:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Joseph Milosch &#8220;When you can no longer work like a young man, they&#8217;ll can you. Go to college. Otherwise you will end up poor and crippled like Butch.&#8221; Aunt Joan Nothing could suppress her bitterness when her husband received a fifteen-dollar gift certificate for not missing a day of work in ten years. In [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Screamer</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 16:02:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(For Pops, who taught me my trade.) By Joseph Milosch My first boss was a screamer with his long, hooked nose. After he hired me, he yelled, &#8220;Don&#8217;t be lazy!&#8221; He told me I&#8217;d always be a laborer, or worse a scraper hand, I didn&#8217;t laugh. H? yelled &#8220;Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!&#8221; as he pulled and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Evocation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 03:28:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Kristina Baer Astride the blossoms pollen baskets gold-brimmed, somnolent bees hum a praise song to the plum, skin satin-taut flesh fresh as a stolen kiss.]]></description>
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		<title>Sixth Meditation at the Crucifix at Our Lady of Guadeloupe Church, Mexico</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 13:24:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joseph D. Milosch With extreme precision, the sculptor formed into volcano cones the flaps of skin encircling the knees. He covered the exposed bones with a splash of paint and ran a wedge of red down the shins to the toes of Christ. I Senor. Senor. Whispered the man kissing his fingers before touching the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ode to Micro Poetry: More than May Meet the Eye</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 04:45:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Less than 8 inches. The micro-skirt. Shorter than a mini-skirt. A brief word this month on poetical equivalents. We could say that the Japanese tanka form of five lines is the mini-skirt of poetry. Both aim to cover what is substantial, but nothing more. Likewise the micro-skirt and haiku push the &#8220;less [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Early Spring In The Garden</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 21:07:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Martha Christina All the signs of renewal reassuring, and humbling. I kneel, as befits a pilgrim, and clear away dead leaves.]]></description>
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		<title>Autumn Haiku</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/autumn-haiku-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 04:58:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Whitman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof This year the autumn equinox occurs on September 23 in my Time Zone (Pacific) at 2:05 A.M. For reasons way above my pay grade, in the Northern Hemisphere, the actual even split of 12 hours of day and night happens a few days later. This month, of course, marks a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Speaking of Lost Connections</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/speaking-of-lost-connections-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2011 15:11:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Joseph Milosch Barley and full of dust The fields outside our window could outlast everything. As in this retirement home, we lie together on different sides of the room, and we die our slow death of oatmeal, chicken soup and tuna fish sandwiches. I pull my wheel chair with my slippered foot and mutter [...]]]></description>
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