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	<title>Read it Live</title>
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	<description>dedicated to promoting budding poets, writers and bloggers</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Poetry</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/26/poetry/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Be patient with it,
like you&#8217;re tolerant of
a petulant child.
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		<title>My Bone Demon</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/26/my-bone-demon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 11:42:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[My Bone Demon
&#160;
I am throwing out
the bone doctor&#8217;s prescription.
I need an exorcism,
not calcium.
&#160;
You have made your way
to my bones now.
They are heavy with you
cemented inside them.
And weary,
laden with the lead,
dead
weight
of you.
You swing at my joints &#8211;
percussion &#8211;
arrhythmic, untrained,
the sound of hard surfaces
eroding,
breaking.
&#160;
I am full of you
to my weakened bones,
diseased,
contaminated,
possessed
by you.


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		<title>Terminal Paradox</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/24/terminal-paradox/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/24/terminal-paradox/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 18:18:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Articles]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t know if Bushra Khala coined the term &#8220;physiological depression&#8221; today, but with it she captured the essence of the consequences of prolonged mass psychological trauma: it sets into bones and muscles and organs all too sensitive to withstand too much depressive pressure on the psyche. This is what politics means for us today. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Da Vinci Code</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/24/the-da-vinci-code/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/24/the-da-vinci-code/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 20:37:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Damien Martin</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Journey of a Displaced Kiwi]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Previous experiences with Dan Brown
I have read three of Dan Brown&#8217;s other books, and had decided a while ago to skip on his most famous book to date. Occasionally there are interesting tidbits of information in them, but then on subjects on which I have some knowledge they are inaccurate: how can I trust the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Willkommen am Frankfurt</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/24/willkommen-am-frankfurt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:08:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Damien Martin</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Journey of a Displaced Kiwi]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;


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Saturday 2nd August &#8212; Sunday 3rd August, 2008
The plane made a dramatic landing at Hahn airport around midnight, with the plane briefly bouncing off the tarmac before settling down on the landing strip. People clapped for the pilot as the plane taxied up to the terminal, something that I find is done quite a bit [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Where Poeticism Falls Short -</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/20/where-poeticism-falls-short/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/20/where-poeticism-falls-short/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 23:49:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gin de Loon</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[In the Loonlight]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I lean against
Cold porcelain
And brush
My poetic teeth
Then wash
My poetic face
While I consider
Taking a poetic shit
Like any other
(unpoetic)
being
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		<title>Quartets</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/17/quartets/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/17/quartets/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:38:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Chai-Stained Reflections]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I am another Aphrodite.
I will suck that heart out,
slippery with all it harbors &#8211;
love and its wickedness.
I am a peasant woman,
with a beggar&#8217;s sunken eyes
and a mother&#8217;s forgotten hunger
when she feeds her child.
I am a traveler of
deserts and oceans,
lost in between what is mine
and what once belonged to me.
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		<title>4 Lines</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/17/4-lines-2/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/17/4-lines-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:31:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Chai-Stained Reflections]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Home lingers within me.
I recite words of Azaan
in half-sleep, half-wakefulness.
I know them as I know my name.
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		<title>A Picture of the Ocean</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/16/a-picture-of-the-ocean/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/16/a-picture-of-the-ocean/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 08:08:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Another one written in 2005. Salvaged today.
A Picture of the Ocean
I whimper
the way sand thickens, softens,
partially dissolves
when the ocean consumes it.
You roar,
a storm threatening
to make the waters
wild, fierce, furious.
Your hand-prints, warm, red,
prickle on my face,
reminiscent of small seashells
abandoned on the shore.
Your cold apology looms
like the horizon on a gray morning,
when the sun lingers behind clouds
with [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eyes</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/eyes/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/eyes/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:17:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Poem written in 2005. Edited and revised today.
&#160;
Eyes
&#160;
Every night
he tries to paint my picture.
His nimble fingers dance
and swipe the canvas
with feline movements.
&#160;
With a sigh of surrender,
he stops,
and his face gathers clouds and dusk.
&#160;
&#8220;Your eyes are too sad,
and I have no color for them,&#8221; he says.
My painter with his sweat, dusk, and clouds.
&#160;
Every night he brings [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Disease</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/i-hear-you/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/i-hear-you/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 00:26:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Poems]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Disease
&#160;
Your voice resounds inside me
just before I sleep,
when I am most certain
of my bliss.
It becomes
a mockery of me and mine,
an announcement of
illusive happiness.
When sleep recedes
and I open my eyes,
your voice slumbers,
but I hear you again
Just when your memory
has diminished.
&#160;
I wish never to hear you again,
And your voice resounds inside me.
]]></description>
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		<title>4 Lines</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/4-lines/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/15/4-lines/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 23:58:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Chai-Stained Reflections]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sand snakes into my veins,
Stealthily it clots blood into mud,
And the skies rain over a city across the ocean.
I am haunted by waters, trapped by deserts.
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		<title></title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/12/376/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/12/376/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 18:04:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Poems]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[stifled tears of laughter
stood stolid in her gems,
amethysts, old; chestnut
curls cascaded on to
tattoo punctured arm, he
sold her crystal myths.
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		<title>Rants dont have titles.</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/12/rants-dont-have-titles/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/12/rants-dont-have-titles/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:57:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gin de Loon</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[In the Loonlight]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Things fade. Time devours all relationships, then you bury the ashes and walk away. You visit their graves on special occasions to remember them, pay your respects to them. You remember how they have each painted a mark, which you sometimes call a scar, on your body that will remain as you grow old and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Not My Sin</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/11/not-my-sin/</link>
		<comments>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/11/not-my-sin/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 10:43:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Not My Sin
&#160;
I am lost in the iambs
of your sonnets.
One syllable
after another,
each reads like the melody
you hummed
and thrummed
on your broken guitar
that summer of rain
and captivity.
&#160;
I was caged in the places
of your poems
when it rained in our old city
and water
flowed into the crevices
of cement front yards.
Earthworms stealthily
crawled out of soil,
slimy, blind, defenseless.
Prisoner of
your saccharine voice,
your cayenne [...]]]></description>
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