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		<title>Rivals and Relationships: Halloween</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/11/07/rivals-and-relationships-halloween/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:18:09 +0000</pubDate>
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It&#8217;s 9:32pm.
&#8220;She sent me an e-mail,&#8221; Phil said.  Which isn&#8217;t me by the way.  It&#8217;s my taller, blonder, handsomer doppleganger.  He sits rather awkwardly in Marley&#8217;s lawn chair on her balcony, covered in torn clothing, fake blood, and face paint.  He looks like the Ultimate Warrior had joined up with a rough and tumble street [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=764&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Gathering of Ghouls: Halloween 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:23:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Keeping up with traditions, I bring you another Halloween Party...<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=644&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Escape Pod 105: Impossible Dreams</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 05:10:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I listened to this audiobook short story called &#8220;Impossible Dreams&#8221; by Tim Pratt  while on my drive from Los Angeles back to Denver.  It&#8217;s a story about passion and love.  I highly recommend you give it a listen.  Here&#8217;s some info from the Escape Pod page.
2007 Hugo Nominee!
By Tim Pratt.
Read by Matthew Wayne Selznick (of Brave [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=650&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Learning to Love You More: Assignment #42</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:01:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Assignment #42
List five events from 1984.
I wasn&#8217;t alive yet in 1984 so it&#8217;s hard to list relevant events which directly impact my life.  Since I believe we are very much a product of the culture we grow up around, I figured I&#8217;d hit up Wikipedia and look at significant events which impacted my own cultural [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=647&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cooking</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:48:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[in the kitchen,
we have spices.
unfortunate reminders that I only ever cook bland food.
my stomach can’t take that you never
bent me into your accordian,
brush the hair out of my eyes,
kiss me on street corners, my neck, or on tuesdays,
make me breakfast in bed,
let me be the drunker one,
let me be the one who is loved more—
even [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=640&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>When She Left</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/10/29/when-she-left/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 07:27:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i remember the way the vast expanse of terrible carpet overwhelmed our room
the mirrored closet doors that caught my horror just in time to throw it back to me
the wretched ceiling fan that loved us as much as it could muster on late nights in july
but this
this was september
all that was left was the mattress
she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=638&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>You and I</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/10/27/you-and-i/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:07:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You and I
Your vanilla milkshake tongue sticks to my mouth like
sandpaper and I pull my insides from you.
I like chocolate.
I can see your pores
sweating makeup and taxi cab exhaust.
And that night on the subway sitting across
from the girl with the lily-of-the-valley dress
I noticed she was with a boy who didn’t know
what he did to deserve [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=628&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Into You</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 08:14:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[your hands were explaining &#8217;soft&#8217; to me
but i was more concerned with calculating angles
you seemed content enough to dissect my defense mechanisms
as i wordlessly struggled to plug into yours
i was drawing lines with your pencil
(we want nothing to stay permanent)
to connect point a to point b
and to separate one thing from another
and to highlight and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=635&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fifteen</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/10/25/fifteen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 06:16:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He rarely speaks to her
just flips her yellowed pages
with his eyes
comes home and builds her a fire
beneath her skirt
it’s hard chopping wood
feels more like murder these days
he sees faces in the bark
still
he turns the color of her cheeks
like the volume dial
in his rust bitten Camaro
she moans like the owl
he hears taunting him
each time he lifts [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=pcloeb.wordpress.com&blog=2770327&post=633&subd=pcloeb&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Etiquette After Sex</title>
		<link>http://pcloeb.wordpress.com/2009/10/23/etiquette-after-sex/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 06:56:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Etiquette After Sex
You
sleeping
leaked dreams in my hollow chest,
finger painted them.
Afraid to touch too hard.
Knife and spoon gentleman.
Bedroom gardener
afraid to remove your poison ivy gloves
and infect me all over.
Roses sprouted from my mattress;
the food of love.
I was afraid to swallow them,
like the red wine stain I left on the pillow
that I screamed into sometimes,
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