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		<title>Grandma Geraldine&#8217;s Geraniums</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 03:26:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Grandma Geraldine&#8217;s Geraniums Grandma Geraldine lived in Georgia and grew exquisite geraniums. Summer after summer When I was a girl, I used to sit on her window ledge while she cried out the names of herbs she grew in her kitchen garden. &#8220;Look, child,&#8221; she&#8217;d say in her Georgian drawl, her buttermilk eyes fluid behind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nostalgia (An Italian Sonnet)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 22:38:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nostalgia Asphalt smells rain-like, fingers fluid sing Sonnets, verses &#8211; old haunts and poems new. Stoic pen asks what Providence will brew Amidst erupted skies, awakening Memories &#8211; soaked, drowned. Cold winds bring Enough words, taciturn, fertile, and true, To write of moments &#8211; lost, forgotten, few - As this weather silently spies to string [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poisons</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 20:11:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Poisons I am the poison born out of your marriage, and you are the poison running in my veins. Our loves are misunderstood - I wish to transform your face into a serpent&#8217;s head and feel an aversion to each memory of you, and sometimes to slit open a wrist and see your blood snaking [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Another Poem That You Will Never Read</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Another Poem That You Will Never Read Your face ripples through the poems I have written. And you do not have the patience to construct yourself word by word, joining each dot and line, a (logical) progression in a manuscript of old poems - rejected many times over by literary magazines, occasionally published in nondescript [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Note on the Nine Poems Recently Posted</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:53:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi RIL, I am posting nine new poems that I wrote over the course of the last few weeks to commemorate a coming of age of sorts with friends who have helped me improve my writing. I am including the &#8220;Foreword,&#8221; which was my tenth post to celebrate this coming of age in its slightly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Year Number Twenty-Four</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:46:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Year Number Twenty Four Do something for me, Mr. Twenty Four, be nicer than Twenty Three. He was a nut job, that one. Do you realize what he did to me? He made me a Mrs. from a Ms. Oh, the horror, the atrocity, the absolute injustice of being (literally) signed off the singles [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:45:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Time I feel age in my knees. Each unfamiliar crack, each resistance of bone against eroding bone, is measured in years. Was it yesterday that I sat in the sun with Mother and ate tangerines, each cold, juicy sliver flowing down my throat like liquid velvet? Was it yesterday? Was it another century? A [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Self-Preservation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:45:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Self-Preservation Places hold memories - like mothers carry fetuses in their wombs, except these memories float perpetually in the thick opaque fluid that is the past. I am breathing the air of old cities, sharing it with distant people, through a placenta of time. I will be born out of these places an old [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Bricks and Stones and Walls (and to exorcise myself of grief that refuses to leave)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:44:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Bricks and Stones and Walls (and to exorcise myself of grief that refuses to leave) Never take me at my word, irrational and unrelenting that I am, being your firstborn after all. When you asked me to come back to the house you built, the home of my childhood, I said, What do I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For the Limits of Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:43:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the Limits of Love Today, when you deposited me at our doorstep and drove away in your routine rage, I stood among orange leaves of winter (abandoned by trees, trampled by pedestrians). I soaked in the impetuous December rain, but my eyes remained uncharacteristically dry. For the first time I crowned fury, allowed it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For The Constant One</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For The Constant One The first thing he said after he brought me home was &#8220;Didn&#8217;t I say I would marry you one day?&#8221; It was an odd way of conveying an ordinarily irritating expression, a hidden &#8220;I told you so.&#8221; He didn&#8217;t mean to be so unromantic! He&#8217;s just not very good with words, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Providence</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:42:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Providence Divinity lies with The Unknown - this truth we roll in silks and chiffons, stretch it long and thin, malleable as it is. I pray quietly with my thoughts, noisily with my rosary, absently with my breath, asking for alleviation (of make-believe hurts), redemption (for weaknesses of character, convictions, flesh - common sins [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Medicine and Poetry</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:41:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Medicine and Poetry Yesterday, I practiced my prodding on a doctor, a diagnostic tool for pain honed on a physician, the ideal test subject. &#8220;If you want to see patients,&#8221; she said, &#8220;chop your nails off now, they will dig into skin. Make this sacrifice for medicine.&#8221; Last night, I cut my nails close [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Me, The Cartographer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:40:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Me, The Cartographer The river I wanted to touch and the fisherman on its bank, distant, foggy as a December night when your breath thickens, white puffs from a tightened throat. A fort not far from its shores, on the stone floors of which I read Yeats and dreamed of cohesive endings, of kinships, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Absence</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 23:36:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Absence In the streets and alleys of the cities we visited, stand stoic and silent all the landmarks we named. And we are scattered, colorless, wingless, fateful moths &#8211; with our combined frustrations, inconsequential ideologies, tangible successes, intangible losses &#8211; thinking there is still some good left in the cities we deserted, in the landmarks [...]]]></description>
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