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	<title>Hippie Chick Diaries &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>Silo</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2011/07/05/silo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 19:51:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Grain,  seeds,
which the crop,
which the weeds?
Keep it all ,  y&#8217;  never  know.
There  at my  labor stands the silo.
Height, weight,
my spine against
the skyline.
Four stomachs, y&#8217; never  know.
Dare not let  it go, it&#8217;s in the  silo.
A  word  bears no  mass.
A glare worn  once, it won&#8217;t fit twice.
But in my receipt
They take on shape,
A stone in muscle
Massage therapy [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cardamom Apparitions</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2011/06/28/cardamom-apparitions-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 02:23:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here are a pair of poems to celebrate New York becoming the seventh state to recognize same-sex marriage.&#8212;Wren
Cardamom Apparitions
Now Blindness asks, What&#8217;s in a photograph?
That bending scent&#8211;your garden, ripe with dew&#8230;
Your softball scar! My gawky dyke giraffe!
Some laughter echoes, tracing down our youth.
The card&#8217;mom ghosts that clung to kitchen air&#8230;
House renovations&#8211;rainbow gingerbread&#8230;
The peachy rinse that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Sparrow, Like Everyone</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2011/06/28/the-sparrow-like-everyone/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 14:10:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A storm has been here.
A storm is coming.
Air currents argue
east or west,
hot or cold.
The sparrow,
like everyone,
knows it&#8217;s not over.
But a stomach is to feed,
and she flaps mightily,
David meets Goliath in the jetstream.
A wing is belief.
Two wings are proof.
But she loses height
in this fight that is not about her
or her hunger.
The air tosses and flips her,
backward [...]]]></description>
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		<title>He Points Out Porpoises</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/09/25/he-points-out-porpoises/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2010 12:08:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
He points out porpoises off in the chop.
I would miss them in favor of the
ocean of umbrellas
and the kid torturing sand crabs.
Porpoises capering black against the foam
but it’s the colorful plastic that draws the eye&#8212;
bikinis and boogie boards.
He points out porpoises and
soon I count eight
fishing by frenetics.
It’s just that simple,
eat and play.
Us on our vacation,
we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beer Moth Sketch</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/09/24/beer-moth-sketch/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2010 02:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some chatty garden moth, playing in paints,
performing for others, going too far.
He’s sorry now, frantic for a plan that
forgives even his dripping sins.
But what a masterpiece he’s made of himself.
He is broken light, a bent butterfly,
and he dances doodles in front of me, beauty off kilter,
unready to land, unable to feed.
Am I supposed to look [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Repost: Big Talking Rocks</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/08/15/repost-big-talking-rocks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 01:58:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This poem appears in the spring ‘08 issue of Loch Raven Review:
Big Talking Rocks
I’m moving the muscles to breathe in
cold water. They feel like bone in the effort.
We had the same brand of toothpaste
on the night we didn’t speak of the
dimming between us.
Snow that doesn’t stay.
You would kiss me poetically
then pull a story out of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thistle and Brilliant</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/06/30/thistle-and-brilliant/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 11:50:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sweet Thistle, purple and
green. It looks almost
furry in the
brilliant
rising  light. It
makes you want to
take it in hand,
despite all you  know.
Muppets are such liars.
&#8211;Wren Tuatha
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		<title>Bigger than Birdseed</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/06/27/bigger-than-birdseed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 11:18:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
Bigger than Birdseed
A day, a measured unit. A twirl of the world.
It had its bells and whistles, its come/go/ebb/flow.
I threw Friday words at
you like birdseed&#8230;in my ATM way&#8230;
and moved through you, running the bases of my
lists, hours before the violence that
silenced your orbit.
I saw your body.
It didn’t care anymore
about the goodbye
I would have wanted.
It didn’t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What&#8217;s the Point of Protests? Goose! You&#8217;re IT!</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/06/03/whats-the-point-of-protests-goose-youre-it/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 18:39:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wasn&#8217;t born on a picket line, but I grew up there. My mom trucked me off to protests against Marble Hill Nuclear Power Plant and in favor of the Equal Rights Amendment.
Well, at forty-four, I&#8217;m living downwind from Three Mile Island and I never got the ERA. But the all-night bus rides, the songs, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Purple Movements</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/04/28/purple-movements/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 11:10:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Purple Dawn on the hill
would open orchids
with mental jaws-of-life,
boldly blazing,
But a quiet moment
has Venus flytrapped her,
mirroring her brovada,
leaving her limp.
Wilted! Just add water
and she&#8217;ll daisy dance,
teaching Crayola-cheeked children
the sublime cartography
of tripping on joy,
of squashing trailers,
of walking on hot coals
with matches between your toes.
It&#8217;s a vision worth
open eyes
every time she climbs down
here.
&#8212;WT
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