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		<title>Enchanted Summer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:46:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He touched her in a way that
filled her, making her feel
as though she would explode
into a million pieces of paper
confetti.
Then he kissed her –
ever so gently –
causing her to release
a sigh as soft as a
feather.
And as he turned to leave
and descended the stairs,
she floated into the night
on an infinite sky,
sprinkled with tiny bubbles.
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		<title>Notions of Drowning</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/08/03/notions-of-drowning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:40:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She lay beneath the blanket, fully awake –
another sleepless night
and she mindlessly counted
the drips of water as they gently
splashed into the bathroom sink.
1, 2, 3, (the number of times she
has given birth.)
4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, (the number of years
she has been remarried.)
10, 11, 12, (the number
of years since her divorce.)
and on she went [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bulletproof Vest</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/08/03/bulletproof-vest/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This was written for a student&#8230;
She watched him from a corner of the room –
head down, pen in hand,
eyes trying to remain focused on the
paper in front of him –
struggling –
forever struggling.
At sixteen,
he had seen his share of trouble –
drugs,
family difficulties,
problems with the police…
but from their private conversations,
she understood his rebellious spirit…
he sought permanence –
permanence [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hail Mary Pass</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2009/01/08/hail-mary-pass/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 14:22:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The first snow of 
the season lay two
floors below, and as 
he glanced out into 
the night sky he caught 
sight of a star twinkling 
off in the distance. 
He momentarily closed 
his eyes and like a desperate 
quarterback threw a Hail Mary 
pass out into the night, hoping
for its completion – a plea – [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Innocense Lost</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2008/12/19/innocense-lost/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 14:33:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Dry November leaves blanketed the walkway.
She shuffled through, the way children often do – 
the last of the morning stragglers, trying to get
to class before the final bell.
 
She hesitated for several seconds,
then reluctantly climbed the stairs – 
her expression one of defiance.
 
As I reached out, tears filled her eyes – 
thin, wiry arms [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Life Without Chance</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2008/11/07/life-without-chance/</link>
		<comments>http://publicliterature.org/2008/11/07/life-without-chance/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 05:22:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Dreams 
remain stagnate 
as inertia clings to the core,
permitting fear to immobilize, 
resulting in life without prospect – 
save the spirit breaks free to capture the 
opportunity. There are no chances in life – 
unless taken.
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		<title>The Silence of the Fall</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2008/09/23/the-silence-of-the-fall/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 15:50:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Tomatoes rested on the kitchen
windowsill,
waiting for the sun to turn them
orange.
The humidity was stifling.
I sat,
mesmerized by
the turning blades of the ceiling fan
as I pondered an
unanswerable
question,
then pretended not to hear
as you quietly closed the door –
left alone to wonder
when,
if ever
you would come back –
finally realizing
reality lies
somewhere
between dreams
and
broken promises.
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		<title>As Though it Were Yesterday</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2008/09/03/as-though-it-were-yesterday/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:05:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eight years have passed and
I still remember the pain in
Your eyes that June afternoon
As though it were yesterday.
 
I wanted to reach out to touch
You – hold you – brush the
Tears from your eyes.
Instead, I sat – motionless –
Silent – fearing your rejection.
 
Every so often, you
Invade my thoughts –
Forcing me to wonder
How different our lives
Might have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Gift of Reason</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2008/08/13/the-gift-of-reason/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 19:06:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sadly, it seemed
Everything she had accepted as truth
Could no longer sustain her.  Shattered, her life lay in
Ruins.  If only she had had
Enough wisdom to 
Think before opening her mouth… for
She now knew there were those things better left unsaid
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		<title>Ultimately</title>
		<link>http://publicliterature.org/2008/07/31/ultimately/</link>
		<comments>http://publicliterature.org/2008/07/31/ultimately/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 19:10:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dawn_wilson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[A thought…
 
Playing itself
out in his mind…
Like a small ball
continually bounced
back and forth.
 
He tired to erase it…
 
But it seemed the harder he tried,
the stronger the thought became.
 
It had exhausted him for days…
Rendered him
sleepless…Left him
with a an ache
in the pit of his stomach.
 
Why was it that this
one action
was so difficult?
He was a [...]]]></description>
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