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		<title>May</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 12:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen Tynes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Squeezing black fruit into bread. &#8212; Adult man metal detects on the children&#8217;s playground, charmed anklets dropped in sand. &#8212; Between branches, cater- pillars in Hallo- ween nest, millipede&#8217;s shadow beneath the pillow. &#8212; I want to watch movies in the dark with you, and also through the window. &#8212; Blacks and darks are just [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="style23">Squeezing black<br />
  fruit into bread.
</p>
<p class="style23">&mdash;
</p>
<p class="style23">Adult man metal<br />
  detects on the children&rsquo;s<br />
  playground,</p>
<p class="style23">charmed anklets<br />
  dropped in sand.
</p>
<p class="style23">&mdash;
</p>
<p class="style23">Between branches, cater-<br />
  pillars in Hallo-<br />
ween nest,</p>
<p class="style23">millipede&rsquo;s shadow<br />
  beneath the pillow.
</p>
<p class="style23">&mdash;
</p>
<p class="style23">I want to watch movies<br />
  in the dark with you,<br />
  and also through<br />
  the window.
</p>
<p class="style23">&mdash;
</p>
<p class="style23">Blacks and darks are just<br />
  as they should be,<br />
  while brights are
</p>
<p class="style23">&mdash;
</p>
<p class="style23">Brights are wells.</p>
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		<title>May</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 12:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen Tynes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Threat level orange town brides leave their whites hanged from fence barbs. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;For everyone to see at night &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a rarely used beam &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;on a cantilever, deer &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;carved on a vase.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="style23">Threat level orange</p>
<p class="style23">town brides leave</p>
<p class="style23">their whites hanged from</p>
<p class="style23">fence barbs.</p>
<p class="style23">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For everyone to see at night</p>
<p class="style23">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a rarely used beam</p>
<p class="style23">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;on a cantilever, deer</p>
<p class="style23">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;carved on a vase.</p>
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		<title>March</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 12:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen Tynes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oiled neck of a girl is flowers, Golden Rod Convenience has only change for one hundred in the box. And I am becoming like that black wrought iron gate. Useful, wanting to swing inward with you for a bit of whatever it is you are having.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="style23">Oiled neck of a girl<br />
  is flowers,<br />
Golden Rod Convenience</p>
<p class="style23">has only change<br />
  for one hundred in the box.<br />
  And I am becoming</p>
<p class="style23">like that black wrought<br />
  iron gate. Useful,<br />
  wanting to swing inward</p>
<p class="style23">with you for a bit<br />
  of whatever it is<br />
  you are having.</p>
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		<title>Land between the Lakes</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2005 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen Tynes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wet scratched &#38; bleeding 1000 dollars of the swan. His wife then immediately &#8220;clobbered&#8221; him saying it certainly hadn&#8217;t been a pleasure. ___________ Child-ducked behind a railing, the arresting officer watched half an hour throwing a net into Rock River, the walleyes &#38; catfish were photographed. ___________ Three subjects were using a seine, A mother [...]]]></description>
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<p>Wet scratched<br />
&amp; bleeding 1000</p>
<p>  dollars of the swan.</p>
<p>  His wife then immediately<br />
&#8220;clobbered&#8221; him saying<br />
  it certainly hadn&#8217;t been<br />
  a pleasure.</p>
<p>  </br><br />
  <span class="style26">___________</span></p>
<p>
  </br><br />
</br><br />
  Child-ducked<br />
  behind a railing,<br />
  the arresting</p>
<p>  officer watched<br />
  half an hour</p>
<p>  throwing a net<br />
  into Rock River,<br />
  the walleyes</p>
<p>&amp; catfish<br />
were photographed.<br />
  <span class="style26"></p>
<p>  </br><br />
  ___________</span></p>
<p>
  </br><br />
</br><br />
  Three subjects<br />
  were using a seine,<br />
  A mother</p>
<p>  had apparently<br />
  tied rope around<br />
  her son&#8217;s neck.</p>
<p>  Ten subjects,<br />
  possession.<br />
  She then</p>
<p>  went jet<br />
  skiing.</p>
<p>  <span class="style26"></p>
<p></br><br />
  ___________</span></p>
<p>
  </br><br />
</br><br />
  A rural couple complained<br />
  they were awakened</p>
<p>  one morning.<br />
  The bass boat operator<br />
</span></p>
<p class="style25">hurried away.<br />
  A boat accident<br />
  occurred near</p>
<p>  the boat house.<br />
  Caused both<br />
  occupants</p>
<p>  to be pushed<br />
  under.</p>
<p>  </br><br />
  <span class="style26">___________</span></p>
<p>
  </br><br />
</br><br />
  The subject had several deer heads<br />
  in possession, the throttle</p>
<p>  stuck on her<br />
  houseboat.<br />
  <br/><br />
  <span class="style26">___________</span></p>
<p>
</br><br />
The officers<br />
  machetied their way<br />
  into the undergrowth.</p>
<p>  A frozen owl was found frozen.<br />
  Six days later</p>
<p>  a brand new boat.<br />
  The owl was identified,<br />
  their equipment included<br />
  a &#8220;Go Devil&#8221;</p>
<p>  motor. Nothing was observed<br />
on the river. </p>
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		<title>Seven Mornings from Autumn and</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2005 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen Tynes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am saying I was shy about saving grace with my hands. Junket and junket is expanding &#8212; found out, even. Smell of hot radio. Something about kingdoms. I always felt old, violent or whatever. We drink to each other without listening. The evergreen does screen it. * You wet tree for them. I know [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am saying<br />
  I was shy about saving grace<br />
with my hands. Junket and<br />
</br><br />
junket is expanding &mdash; <br />
found out, even. Smell of hot<br />
radio. Something about<br />
  </br><br />
kingdoms. I always felt old, violent<br />
or whatever. We drink </p>
<p class="style19">to each other without<br />
listening. The evergreen does </p>
<p class="style19">screen it.<br />
  </br><br />
  </br><br />
  </br><br />
  *<br />
  </br><br />
  </br><br />
  </br><br />
You wet tree for them. I know<br />
declarations &mdash; <br />
</br><br />
seasonal humor is an animal<br />
this morning. I had a drink of water<br />
</br><br />
in the back of my mind.<br />
And all the lights that say<br />
</br><br />
I will not miss this hissing<br />
pair in the back.<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
*<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
I guess this is all the evening<br />
</br><br />
comes from. The open air, the stairs<br />
for watching smoke.<br />
</br><br />
A dog for too many<br />
seasons. Everyone&#8217;s name </p>
<p class="style19">on the ground, on the edge<br />
  of going off.<br />
  </br><br />
I need to stop our house.<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
*<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Do we ask for cords? This morning<br />
a wild </p>
<p class="style19">frame within me. Neither being one </p>
<p class="style19">nor direct movement<br />
makes people.Objects </p>
<p class="style19">to the left, to make a bottle<br />
  stop us.<br />
  </br><br />
  </br><br />
  </br><br />
*<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Sits without people at this<br />
morning. Wasn&#8217;t </p>
<p class="style19">heavy stone. If this<br />
  table catches<br />
  </br><br />
red wind the burning<br />
smells can&#8217;t remember.<br />
</br><br />
You call me into the water.<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
*<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Up in some trees, the tangle.<br />
I love you in clumps all over<br />
</br><br />
soon, like heros. On the coast<br />
they hope<br />
</br><br />
about aliens but still </p>
<p class="style19">change clothes and continue.<br />
  Not akin<br />
  </br><br />
to talking, same place.<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
*<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Points for running off without<br />
me and my conclusions. </p>
<p class="style19">The difference that makes their homes in<br />
power, a tendency. </p>
<p class="style19">&quot;Gray&quot; surge.<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br></p>
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		<title>Serials</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2005 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen Tynes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;the humbler one feels&#8221; Contained friction, they make a box every season, spreading over the property&#8217;s true lines to deep country perimeters. The majority of hive thefts are also never traced or solved although one man will slip anything under his unfolded forearms, for the chance to be less fearful. &#8220;what is to hinder my [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;the humbler one feels&#8221;<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Contained friction, they make a box<br />
every season, spreading over the property&#8217;s<br />
true lines to deep country perimeters. The<br />
majority of hive thefts are<br />
also never traced or solved although<br />
one man will slip anything under his<br />
unfolded forearms, for the chance to be<br />
less fearful.<br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
&#8220;what is to hinder my eating you?&#8221;<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Turning the ground into garden is<br />
somewhat less<br />
wasteful than stopping at every<br />
joint along the highway to ask for<br />
tiny handouts: timber stands<br />
lapped by whippoorwill; fescue; but not head-<br />
light trails or concrete plans for staking another<br />
house.<br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
&#8220;i can neither slumber nor sleep&#8221;<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Old at heart, blank trembles when I come too<br />
near blank&#8217;s face and is cold at all blank&#8217;s<br />
tips. What blank<br />
stalks can sometimes keep me<br />
away on business<br />
that necessitates I<br />
wake before dawn and speak<br />
loudly with strangers.<br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
&#8220;you are always traveling&#8221;<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Namesakes have their own<br />
washroom where they go to<br />
hollow out pens, making<br />
small weapons<br />
out of air. Watch what is<br />
stuck in her back pocket and how<br />
many times she calls you<br />
back over for one last kiss.<br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
</br><br />
 </br><br />
“a tall drink of water”<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
Early in the year eating<br />
tough meat helps you keep<br />
it together. Any sense I<br />
gave that underground<br />
something rough and<br />
varied was waiting was a lie.<br />
Telling signs of prosperity include:<br />
finding fault.<br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br><br />
</br></p>
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