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	<title>Getting Something Read &#187; Persis M. Karim</title>
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		<title>Conversation</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 00:10:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<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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		<title>Sighs</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Persis M. Karim Are the deep breaths you&#8217;ve held in when you knew better than to unleash your tongue Say it like it is and the body can no longer contain them. Listen to: Sighs]]></description>
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		<title>Signs of a Middle Age</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Persis M. Karim It isn&#8217;t the dark circles that underscore the eyes or lines that break out in latticework at temples not the deep grooves that signal the constancy of smile or frown resting on the face, or heaviness of chin bearing the weight of difficult decades but the pinch of skin just below [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What My Stepson Couldn&#8217;t Say</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 09:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Persis M. Karim I hate you because you aren&#8217;t my mother and even though you didn&#8217;t pretend to be her, you gave more of what I needed. And I hate you now because I don&#8217;t&#8217; know how to hate her and you aren&#8217;t my mother.]]></description>
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		<title>Poem for A Missed Chance</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 01:56:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Persis M. Karim She recalls in the way he looks At her- the unfolding of her Flower- Smile. His love breaking through is an invitation. Come he says, Let me love you. Love me. She wilts at the thought of crossing into the territory of betrayal. It would break her heart, break the purity [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Old Age</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Persis M. Karim Which comes first? The slow decline of the body, the sag of tissue and skin or the dull memory that eats away at sureness just below the bone? Listen to: Old Age]]></description>
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		<title>Persis M. Karim &#8211; Selected Readings</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 01:20:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Persis M. Karim&#8217;s poetry has been published in several literary journals including Caesura, HeartLodge, Reed, and Alimentum. She is editor and contributing poet to Let Me Tell You Where I&#8217;ve Been: New Writing by Women of the Iranian Diaspora (2006) and co-editor and contributor to A World Between: Poems, Short Stories and Essays by Iranian-Americans [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Campfire</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 23:58:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Persis M. Karim He remembers, as a boy, the sweet smell of cedar burning, smoke blocking out ivory and black. Fire is not hot, it&#8217;s the inside turned out, shifting hues that dance from this lap and this, song my favorite moon, idling while his father picks the red guitar whose light reflects the [...]]]></description>
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