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	<title>In the Words of Womyn &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>Hermosura</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/09/hermosura/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 18:25:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[~Bethany Lauren Grigsby Winter’s teeth bit our bones as we all huddled close Passing around the yerba mate and sipping it quickly, Hoping to unfreeze parts of our body that had froze It was June But instead of donning tank-tops and shorts and flip flops I was in scarves and coats and boots in rural [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Proposal</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/09/the-proposal/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 18:16:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[~Bethany Lauren Grigsby To my potential-but-not-guaranteed or wholly essential future male life-partner I come with a proposal That if we commit to walking down an aisle of marriage We commit to walking in a certain kind of life First order of business: Let’s take an axe and chop down that white picket fence they told [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hold on, Child</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/08/hold-on-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 17:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[~Jennifer A. I see a teenage boy sitting across from me mind and soul trapped in a broken body; multiple strokes have left him a prisoner using art and technology we communicate silently sometimes I wonder if I had never asked this question, would he have ever shared his thoughts would there be someone to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Envy&#8217;s Dance</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/08/envys-dance/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 17:36:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/?p=101</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[~Makisha Lawrence An elegant hand beckons to her She looks up Gazes into confident eyes A glint of arrogance lines Its smile A sigh of desire and regret sing from her chest Takes Its hand She and Envy sway to music only they can hear They rock in sync Warm breath on neck and ear [...]]]></description>
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		<title>[untitled::wanted]</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/07/untitledwanted/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 07:01:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/?p=103</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[~Jennifer A. I want that roller-coaster-on-the-down-slope, caught-in-a-sudden-down-pour-on-a-summer-day, look-up-in-the-sky-just-in-time-to-catch-a-shooting-star, bought-a-ticket-on-a-whim-and-won-the-whole-jackpot, kind of love. I want that sun-coming-out-just-in-time-to-paint-brilliant-sunset, first-dripping-bite-into-ripest-nectarine, intoxicating-inhale-of-fragrant-spring-rose, cool-breath-of-night-air-washing-over-sleeping-face, kind of story. I want that magical-enchanted-firefly-evening, rhythms-bumpin&#8217;-so-loud-it-competes-with-my-heart-to-make-pulse, first-warm-ray-of-sun-after-winter&#8217;s-chill, wave-crashing-on-your-back-unaware, kind of kiss. I want that playful-wind-dancing-&#8217;round-my-face, thunder-rattling-my-bones, full-moon-illuminating-snowscape-sparkling-like-diamonds, long-drink-of-cool-water-on-a-scorching-day, kind of man. Yeah, I said it I want it all&#8211; somehow between a little girl&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mali Be</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/07/mali-be/</link>
		<comments>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/07/mali-be/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 06:42:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/?p=102</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[~L. B. Nelson Warm Sun Breeze flowing through Work-worn Hands clapping Life-worn thumb harps Spring in rapid unison; Fiddle strings stroked Slowly up, Slowly down; Harmonicas inhaled exhaled; Double-time guitar strings Pulled then released swiftly in-between Children chatter, crying, laughter Flowing through people drumming Community humming Swaying their best give-take joy, Nutrition to all Souls; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>One Brown Onion</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/07/one-brown-onion/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:05:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/?p=98</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[~L. B. Nelson one brown onion, raw cut of the dice; contact of the pile tossed produces sizzling juice, bubbling and spitting; a hot-oil crescendo short-lived, barely contained in the skillet. Carmelized morsels singed; a few burnt black, tastier still. &#169;2010 In the Words of Womyn. All Rights Reserved..]]></description>
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		<title>More Than I Can Imagine</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/07/more-than-i-can-imagine/</link>
		<comments>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/07/more-than-i-can-imagine/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 07:22:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/?p=97</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[~Katie Gordon I see you sitting in front of me Tears pouring out Your heart on your sleeve Some days, you say, I just can’t make it through And I smile and nod And say, I believe in you How much faith I have in you So little in return for me Too often I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Peonies</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/07/peonies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 07:15:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/?p=95</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[~L. B. Nelson An immense, fully plump, deepest blue-red, stop-and-stare Peonie; it had finished it&#8217;s slow, relentless, blooming transition, making the grandest debut. These sweet flowers become most fragile; their torn tissue petals eventually falling this way, that way. Strength slowly ebbs. This one filled my out-stretched hand completely. People did stop and stare. While [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love Your Mothers</title>
		<link>http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/2010/05/love-your-mothers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 20:14:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.inthewordsofwomyn.com/?p=83</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[~Jeanette Iskat @ www.facebook.com/jeanette.iskat Love for all the mothers the grandmothers all your mothers all our mothers good bad perfect imperfect human. Love the step mothers the foster mothers the run away mothers the absent mothers the baby mama mothers the girls not-ready-to-be-mothers the girls too-ready-to-be-mothers the girls letting-another-woman-be-mother-mothers the would-be mothers the never-will-be-mothers the [...]]]></description>
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