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		<title>one haiku in the palm three lines print, print, print</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<pre>one haiku
    in the palm -- three lines
print, print, print</pre>]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/11/26/one-haiku-in-the-palm-three-lines-print-print-print/</link>
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		<title>procession against the moonlight wisps of cloud</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<pre>procession
   against the moonlight
wisps of cloud</pre>]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/11/02/procession-against-the-moonlight-wisps-of-cloud/</link>
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		<title>Head on a Pedestal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I pause the video during a scene at school recess. The cement court is surrounded by a tall chain link fence. The children do not play a single game. Several balls pass back and forth between them. All stop mid-air or mid-bounce when I press the button on the remote. Ghostly blurs jitter on the screen. I'm half-standing two feet from the television and still wondering why all of the children are blond. Slowly I break away and answer the knock on the door. <a href="/2009/10/30/head-on-a-pedestal/">--read more--</a>]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/30/head-on-a-pedestal/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Going to End It All</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.paisleycoats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/ATC_00009-Suicidal_Butterfl.jpg"><img src="http://www.paisleycoats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/ATC_00009-Suicidal_Butterfl-150x150.jpg" alt="ATC_00009-Suicidal_Butterfl" title="ATC_00009-Suicidal_Butterfl" width="150" height="150" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-212" /></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/26/im-going-to-end-it-all/</link>
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		<title>He started following me on Twitter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.paisleycoats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/5x10_0003-Twitter_.jpg"><img src="http://www.paisleycoats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/5x10_0003-Twitter_-150x150.jpg" alt="5x10_0003-Twitter_" title="5x10_0003-Twitter_" width="150" height="150" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-203" /></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/23/he-started-following-me-on-twitter/</link>
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		<title>siren wail the disquiet passing lights festive</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<pre>siren wail
the disquiet passing
lights festive</pre>]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/21/siren-wail-the-disquiet-passing-lights-festive/</link>
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		<title>The Dispensation of Marty</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He detailed the dispensation of every finger. Bones. Major organs. Where to bury his eyes -- a Malibu beach. For years I kept Marty on ice. Years. Who knew Marty had that sort of testament?

Marty was more than a snitch. He was family. A last request is a brother's duty.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/19/the-dispensation-of-marty/</link>
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		<title>He Grinds Their Bones Into Dust</title>
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		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/16/he-grinds-their-bones-into-dust/</link>
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		<title>Life&#8217;s Undertaking</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I'm digging a grave, son. My life's work laid bare. A macabre undertaking, but I've excavated this plot with an archaeologist's care, with fine brushes and twine lines. Every artifact was artfully placed.

But who will fill your grave, I ask.

The old man bends brittle and weeps.

Not I!]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/15/lifes-undertaking/</link>
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		<title>indistinct shushing, leaves scatter boughs bending</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<pre>indistinct
    shushing, leaves scatter
boughs bending</pre>]]></description>
		<link>http://www.paisleycoats.com/2009/10/14/indistinct-shushing-leaves-scatter-boughs-bending/</link>
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