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		<title>half a mile to the bus stop/two miles to the schoolyard</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 19:23:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[as darkness falls we master our hunger. gangs of us running through the neighborhood playing manhunt, capture the flag, red rover and a thousand other forms of tag. the important thing is to shout YOU’RE IT and get away as fast as you can. ß some say: “carefully! walk slow and don’t ask for directions!” [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=667&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>du bois</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 22:16:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[for mark zbinden Tall building surrounded by flat land a river &#38; some mountains on the horizon. Sunlight (pale and winter-filtered) pours through each window from one direction at a time. The mountains look flat from here. Met a girl on the 13th floor (my bag+computer+pen+paper were still on the 23rd). I was reading poetry [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=657&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>figure 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 15:51:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Percentages indicate that we are made of water. Other studies claim that we carry it with us and burn it away, one calorie at a time. Sometimes I call my friend Alex the Painter (who’s three time zones behind) on the telephone. I call Alex the Painter and ask: “What time is it where you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=650&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>ATTEMPTING TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY TO A MINISTER’S DAUGHTER by Gregory James</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 18:38:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The initial intention is always the same. For everyone, I’m sure of it. I’m walking through my neighborhood. It’s sunny and warm. There is a slight breeze and I am staring at my feet. Walking as quickly as possible. Sweat creeping down the back of my neck so I stop. Wipe it off. Stare at [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=643&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>softly</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 23:06:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[once ran to the church w/tears on my jacket. I had my old worn torn stretched unwoven woolen sweater on while I went to see my brother. he was kneeling in the fourth row the fourth pew from the altar the room was quiet so I lit a few candles in the back because I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=640&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Dear K,</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 21:52:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I opened some cans down the hallway last week, forgot that the teapot was scolding the rest of the kitchen, forgot that the knives don’t get along with the forks and the ceramics, the china, the dishware etc etc has since realigned, politically speaking, into segregation by size and shape. Stacks of them on shelves [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=638&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>divorce</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 17:50:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Where is it?” Elijah sits down on a stump. “Next to the trail on this side. This corner.” Eddie is lost in thought. The path is lined and matted with pine needles and leaves. “And this was yesterday, you left it here?” Elijah removes a pack of unopened cigarettes from his pocket and then quickly [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=635&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>figure 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 16:22:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[tradition states that Death is a gambling man [angel of certainty &#38; agent of chaos] envious of our fear and our sleep that each soul is blessed with a beginning, an end, and a hand full of odds. Jerry Dempsey the insurance man [while he’s drawing cards and hedging bets] says to the room at [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=631&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The only touchdown you will ever score in youth football</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2010 12:24:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[is on a fumble in a Sunday afternoon Pee Wee League game. You’re in sixth grade and will eventually quit playing football in high school due to other interests and the fact that you’re not very good at football. The touchdown comes on a fumble in the second half of a game in East Bridgewater [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=628&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>seams</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 16:10:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[we see fabric yearning to be knotted and folded into ligaments and tendons. to be worn like a small, portable prison. so comes the moment we rediscover thread. unraveling eachother so we can be woven by someone new. all these spaces between fibers. between principles and vanities. between errors of omission and errors of desire. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thomcrowley.wordpress.com&amp;blog=7525934&amp;post=623&amp;subd=thomcrowley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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