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	<title>The Beat &#187; Rachel Lewis</title>
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		<title>Calluses</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 10:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Lewis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have previously flirted with
emollients and body butters
exfoliating scrubs
softening lotions
grapeseed oil ointments
and herbal balms meant for udders
but my calluses are back and
O! What glorious victories they foment!
What odes of self-sufficiency and strength!
the catalyst for calluses was borne by my periphery
a lonesome dust-collecting instrument
of frets and loosened strings
slumped, abandoned in the corner .
Picking up my passed-by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Art of Sneaking Around</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 06:37:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Lewis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The best laid plans&#8211;water-, fool-, and bullet-proof
are found the following day
a rank drum of oily rags in the cellar of good intentions
two months of bloodletting, painstaking strategy gone to waste.
And a hotel reservation
(complete with military-nee pseudonyms Juliet and Victor Tango)
will be tossed asunder under the wheels of a meddling schedule
birth control lying unimportant in some [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Sheep in Wolf&#8217;s Clothing</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 17:28:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Lewis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;Plays the Blues in C

In his subtle corner of the room
his long, cold and calloused fingers 
find the keyboard&#8217;s weak spots 
and tortures for the information
he so deliciously deserves. 
  
Ties brass-knuckle-knot glissandos
to a capella staffs to 
pound the Polyphonic Victim 
to a Veritable Pulp. 
  
The sheet music singed to
his eyelids arms him with enough
artillary to shoot the fermata from it&#8217;s lofty perch, 
Tumbling [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ink</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 17:39:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Lewis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[All men, all times, all pain,
all love, all mad afflictions
are but ink.
Ink in the Genesistic proclamation
Demanding illumination,
Ink in the Darwinian theories
Commanding compensation.
Ink in marriage contracts
when maidenly comfort yields,
Human ink has oft been spilt
for words of ink on battlefields.
It transcribes the music
whose polyphony can guide us,
It prescribes the suture
for the diplomat&#8217;s arthritis.
Ink can grant a pardon,
can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love and the LP</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 16:28:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Lewis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The sound was somewhere between blowing a nose, crumbled paper, a dial tone, and the unscathed inner belly of a record winding out and off the turntable. The sound of love running off. 
     I was raised on High Renaissance Art, depictions of love as blind, as gentle, as courteous, or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Blasphemy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 17:23:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Lewis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So get this you see I&#8217;ve
finished my toilette and become
estranged to the world of the
powdered and puffed and
check the gap in my teeth in the convex of a
 vase of dried roses. 
Wondring if I will tailor my schedule
Or if I will make the plane
If I can afford a ticket.
When
&#8211; between hopeless optimism
and Murphy&#8217;s tongue [...]]]></description>
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