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		<title>Resistance</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 20:35:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I feel it crumbling, as Sisyphus might watching his burden roll back down, cracks snaking on the surface of his heart. The rock is demanding retrieval again. As to why he keeps at it, perhaps it is for the same reason that we read meaning in things: Tracery of veins on a leaf, network of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2726&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Color of the Wheat Fields</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 12:14:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;It has done me good,&#8221; said the fox, &#8220;because of the color of the wheat fields.&#8221;—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince You know the story, how the fox insisted on taming, how it must lead to the day of parting. We are past the middle of the book. I have wrenched it into a spread [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2704&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>32</title>
		<link>http://bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com/2011/12/15/32/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 01:12:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Love After Love by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other&#8217;s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2680&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Absence Muse</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 13:42:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What is the real? The first philosophical question about the word which seemed more tangible than the world tangible. The letters meaning something. How r u? on the cell phone screen, text-speak on two texts speaking, an interface of emoti(c)ons and w r u? I am outside grammar’s jurisdiction, an entry in a dictionary as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2650&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Necessary Connection</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 18:37:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Homeward now, sunset. Steel cranes on a half-finished building point up, blaming sky. You wonder how these are relevant to anything, or is it just the dreaming that creates the illusion of height. There must be a connection between traffic and trees, houses and rain the occasional bird and telephone wires. Meaning, is it secreted [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2608&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Proserpine&#8217;s Pomegranate</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 03:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It tasted of night. Of cyclones. I was hungry and the world wanted to be taken in. I could have devoured seasons, red seeds bleeding from the corners of my mouth. You would know from my face that I was full filled now with longing for what could not complete. I used to be the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2594&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Anemone</title>
		<link>http://bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com/2011/10/13/anemone/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 03:37:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wonder which is safer: holding on, last words spoken hanging on memory’s cliff edge the almost-tasted, almost-said on the tip of our tongues or letting go, inarticulate flutter of fingers unlinking, reading air like Braille. I want to take my cue from the eloquent cipher of hands let them be my central nervous system [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2560&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ode to a Scorpio</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 02:49:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He knows the many ways that pleasure announces itself, tinctures of it coursing on skin like the little teeth of sun just after emerging from sea. He knows we are made of salt. He can name whatever is broken by its contours: Starfish, shell, seaweed and I imagine sand feels cherished in the junctures of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2553&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Stealthy Way of Something Like Joy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 04:37:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Like sunlight on the boardwalk it darkens in gradients. The clouds are never constant, blown by breath of sky. Canopy of twilight: it could rain any minute, only for it to shine so fiercely you’d think it would be summer all year long. Moody weather? Or the only cipher love knows.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2523&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Croissant</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 09:52:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Winter on the east coast. Abhorring cold, my father had bought too many jars of lotion. How we had slathered it on, my mother, sister and I, coconut-flavored unguent soothing dry, cracked surfaces. Under coat, sweater, thermals, our limbs donned a second skin of body butter. I imagined it was how bread felt, emerging from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluemoonhuntress.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11191426&amp;post=2463&amp;subd=bluemoonhuntress&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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