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	<title>Getting Something Read &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>If on a Winter’s Night a Patient (Cherita Sequence)</title>
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		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/if-on-a-winters-night-a-patient-cherita-sequence/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 17:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Chen-ou Liu]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Chen-ou Liu time stands still on the old clock above the counter in the ER I wait patiently for my turn walking out the door casting no glances we pass each other by then disappear snow traces the weight of each burden]]></description>
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		<title>Autumn Haiku</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/autumn-haiku/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/autumn-haiku/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 16:08:49 +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 I lay awake cold. My left thumb rests on my chin below chestnut moon. Neal Whitman is a member of the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society of San Jose and the Haiku Poets of Northern California. Though contemporaries vary the syllable count, he likes to stick to the traditional Japanese 5-7-5 structure. Kingyo [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Three Short Poems</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/three-short-poems/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/three-short-poems/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 15:33:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Martha Christina]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Martha Christina Memorial Day Two starlings glide from my roof to my neighbors&#8217;. The sudden breeze of their wings just enough to stir the flag. Shaking Hands grasp, clasp, tentative press, the faintest whisper of cuff to skin. Hello, the mouth says, I&#8217;m so glad to meet you. But the eyes say Not here, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Revision</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/revision/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/revision/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 14:40:58 +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 There used to be a live chicken in this poem, there was a glacier and a sailboat, the Pacific Ocean sloshing between stanzas, and me like Adam saying, Here am I, to God who was also near.]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled Palindrome</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/untitled-palindrome/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/untitled-palindrome/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 13:41:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Constantine McConnell</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Michael Constantine McConnell]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Michael Constantine McConnell Dog-bard, a wall arose. Soon, a red, nude man-era stole Gail of deli, and, lo, my tit-net carts bade, trap millions&#8217; parts, but a snag rose many fits, and I&#8217;d reward no cabs. Eve[n] Eve&#8217;s bacon drawer did nastify names, organs, a tub, straps. No ill-imparted, abstract-entity mold nailed foliage. Lots [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Solitary Reaper</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/solitary-reaper/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/solitary-reaper/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 10:41:21 +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 I am writing on the bathroom wall at the summer writers&#8217; conference where all of the poets are sitting around in their little tranquil groups circle jerking in my imagination: the blue- haired lady with her notebook spilling in her lap, the English teacher with his muscular sensibility, the diffident housewife, musty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Another Dream Of You As A Lifeguard</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/another-dream-of-you-as-a-lifeguard/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/another-dream-of-you-as-a-lifeguard/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 09:49:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Martha Christina]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Martha Christina We&#8217;re in water up to our armpits and I&#8217;m afraid of going under. But when you put your hand on the small of my back, what can I do but float? Blogged with the Flock Browser]]></description>
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		<title>Autumn Haiku, 2010</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/autumn-haiku-2010/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/autumn-haiku-2010/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 09:41:26 +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 Autumn is a time to harvest pumpkins. How about a U.S. harvest of 1.5 billion pounds! Two hours north of me up California&#8217;s Highway One is a lovely coastal town, Half Moon Bay, home to the World Pumpkin Festival — its 40th will be held October 16 – 18. We kick off the season [...]]]></description>
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		<title>We are betrayed</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/we-are-betrayed/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/we-are-betrayed/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 07:23:09 +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 We are betrayed By the beating Of our hearts We are betrayed By parted lips And whispered words We are betrayed If only we had known If only we had known That to birds Flight Is also The bitterness of fleeing]]></description>
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		<title>Epigram</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/epigram/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/epigram/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 07:23:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[George Held]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by George Held Some editors favor what&#8217;s adorned And request me to expand a verse; Some prefer terse And want no more. Click to listen: mp3]]></description>
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		<title>Facere</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/facere/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/facere/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 06:27:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[D. A. Trueman]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=149</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by D. A. Trueman In my hat I smell last night- events that cannot exist, but in my hat I smell last night just inside the brim]]></description>
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		<title>Sparrows Dreams</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/sparrows-dreams/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/sparrows-dreams/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 05:09:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Salvatore Buttaci]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Salvatore Buttaci Sparrows shivering in February cold dream of early spring when they can fly and trill their songs like thank-you hymns to their God, and Delight in the Warmth of soft nests, but for now they shiver.]]></description>
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		<title>Work</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/work/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/work/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 04:39:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Hostovsky</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Paul Hostovsky]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=955</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Paul Hostovsky Someone has left an orange pylon here. I look around but there&#8217;s no work going on here, only this sign of work. Maybe it&#8217;s a sign that work needs to go on here. I look for the bump or the hole. But there&#8217;s nothing. Maybe it fell off a truck on its way [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Snow-Birds Settling</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/snowbirds-settling/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/snowbirds-settling/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 03:13:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Dretta Grace White]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=1255</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Dretta Grace White Snow-Birds settling Made all the difference She thought of their Settling And of the light they gave And became in her way As grey As they snow-bird]]></description>
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		<title>The Houses You See from the Highway</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/houses-from-the-highway/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/houses-from-the-highway/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 02:19:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Hostovsky</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Paul Hostovsky]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=220</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Paul Hostovsky It&#8217;s easy to love them, the shapes of those lives, the little huddled triangles holding each other up on the way into the city, or the ones in the country leaning only on themselves and a silo, head in an elbow on a hill. How beautiful the detached view, how forgivable all [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tintinnabular *</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/tintinnabular/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/tintinnabular/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2012 01:46:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[John Ian Marshall]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=192</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by John Ian Marshall Within these fields of intertwined grasses, A smile, study of outstretched hands, dancing, Dancing in a simpler past, blues tunes play on A tiny, tinny radio, everywhere the kind of bliss Which only occurs in dreams, spiraling, spinning, The best of which we are awake in. Splayed Fingers trace the tall [...]]]></description>
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		<title>After the Rain</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/after-the-rain/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/after-the-rain/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 01:09:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lucille Gang Shulklapper]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=991</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Lucille Gang Shulklapper Into their thin-walled shells the snails struggle, away from juicy leaves, spray dripping with poison. Watching them inch towards death, gray in the sun, worm-like on stone pavers, the leaves forgive themselves.]]></description>
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		<title>March</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/march/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/march/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 23:23:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Darla Himeles]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/2008/05/march/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Darla Himeles Moist leaves in after-rain One turns the other in sensual thrusts They jolt above the sidewalk sigh in thunderheartbeats as they fall one upon the other]]></description>
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		<title>No Heat</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/no-heat/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/no-heat/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 22:05:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Harold G Grimes III]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Harold G Grimes III Coldly human a dramatization of heat the noise the gossip the talk the trouble all cheap don&#8217;t speak I feel it with my intelligence the horror the nightmare the pain the only real we feel nothing but cold.]]></description>
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		<title>Distance</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/distance/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/distance/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 21:50:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ag Synclair]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=1248</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Ag Synclair red river desert accipitridae seek food the spoils of war accipitridae]]></description>
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		<title>Beauty</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/beauty/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/beauty/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 19:14:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Dretta Grace White]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortpoem.org/?p=887</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Dretta Grace White Beauty For a time Seemed Like a promise broken An outstretched hand Suddenly severed At the wrist It wasn&#8217;t true The hand Withdrew]]></description>
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		<title>Metaphor</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/metaphor/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/metaphor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 18:15:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Allan Peterson]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Allan Peterson I do not like the step ladder Not for the frightening heights but sorrow has a heat that rises and each rung echoes the stifling silent strata of lost lives Below sorrow it is so cold and distant it might be Michigan where for three months it hurts to talk]]></description>
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		<title>Peace on Earth</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/peace-on-earth/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/peace-on-earth/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 17:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph Milosch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Joseph D. Milosch]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Joseph Milosch The loneliest place is the bottom of the hill where an old man begins to curse. Leaning on his cane, he breaks his climb to church. His swears, and his curses don’t fulfill an ambiguous need but drive his will through his knees. Therefore, his curses become prayers for his pain to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Squares And Disks</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/squares-and-disks/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/squares-and-disks/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2012 17:33:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Paul Sohar]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Paul Sohar Men come in angular squares, women whir on and on as disks, children bounce around as octagons till they hit a wall and turn into squares and disks.]]></description>
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		<title>Spare Rain</title>
		<link>http://shortpoem.org/spare-rain/</link>
		<comments>http://shortpoem.org/spare-rain/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 16:17:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D.S.</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Diane Payne]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Diane Payne People ducking beneath wet umbrellas, avoiding the woman&#8217;s hand reaching out from the window ledge. &#8220;Spare change?&#8221; she asks to no one in particular. &#8220;Spare rain?&#8221; a man laughs running to his car, giving the woman one last look before crawling into the driver&#8217;s seat, while the woman remains crouched, filling her [...]]]></description>
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