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	<title>Hippie Chick Diaries &#187; Death</title>
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	<description>Wren Tuatha's Complicated Adventures in Simple Living</description>
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		<title>&#8220;Just one more thing&#8230;&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2011/06/24/just-one-more-thing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 21:17:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Farewell, Peter Falk! I should screen The Princess Bride tonight&#8230;

Peter Falk
September 16, 1927 – June 23, 2011
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		<title>Gil Scott-Heron April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2011/05/29/gil-scott-heron-april-1-1949-%e2%80%93-may-27-2011/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2011 09:58:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bigger than Birdseed</title>
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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>Cardamom Apparitions</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/04/22/cardamom-apparitions/</link>
		<comments>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/04/22/cardamom-apparitions/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 11:48:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[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 clouded your roped hair&#8230;
Accordion folds&#8230;your grin, the sheets, our bed&#8230;
Apartments old and brittle; photographs.
So clingy to the touch&#8230;Prints [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Captive Fire</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/04/19/the-captive-fire/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 14:33:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While I was writing the screenplay My Second Simone and developing the stage play Addah  Belle’s Pocketwatch, I was consumed with the fires we all go through. I remembered the irony of this old poem I wrote about  my mom. I say, “She would give a breast to be needed that way again,” [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lucille Clifton, Won&#8217;t You Celebrate with Me</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2010/02/14/lucille-clifton-wont-you-celebrate-with-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 13:32:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Former Maryland poet laureate Lucille Clifton has died. This poem seems a perfect way to pause and raise my tea mug to her. I met her briefly in Columbia, Maryland and I was moved, not just by her poetry and narrative style, but by the use of Lucille&#8217;s dramatic training in her delivery of each [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Broom Zen</title>
		<link>http://hippiechickdiaries.com/2009/04/22/broom-zen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 12:39:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wren</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This morning I&#8217;m spending time with my sheltie, Echo, who is departing this world today. Here is another poem of saying goodbye, inspired by a dear friend at Heathcote:
Charles&#8217; mother is dying.
He has planed
800 miles.
Now he sweeps
Her kitchen.
Back home this is his
After-dinner chore.
He sweeps the hall,
2 seconds per stroke
By the mantle clock.
&#8220;Get the stairs while
You&#8217;re [...]]]></description>
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