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	<title>Inside the Mind of Micah Sparacio &#187; Poetry</title>
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	<description>little pieces of joy in a great big universe</description>
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		<title>The Latest Loss</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/07/29/2011/the-latest-loss/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 18:35:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A tree outside my window lost its yellow leaves just like every other oak. Except. July looks like the loneliest month for falling leaves. And Not-quite Dead Trees An odd patch of green in a sea of death new growth, new fight and at least a few breaths left.]]></description>
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		<title>the dirt that inevitably splatters on the mirror of our self-regard</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/05/30/2011/the-dirt-that-inevitably-splatters-on-the-mirror-of-our-self-regard/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 18:58:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Small Talk]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[a symptom of real love]]></description>
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		<title>Beautiful, Lovely</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/04/27/2011/beautiful-lovely/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 13:58:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are after all a few in this lonely universe who radiate smiles that soften the weathered stone cold hearts of grown men not shallow at all they feed not suck the soul dry beautiful, lovely like morning dew dripping slowly down the pointed tips of Cercis canadensis]]></description>
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		<title>Thank God for Grass &amp; Wine</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/04/04/2011/thank-god-for-grass-wine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2011 21:29:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He makes grass grow for the cattle, and plants for people to cultivate— bringing forth food from the earth: wine that gladdens human hearts, oil to make their faces shine, and bread that sustains their hearts. - Psalm 104: 14-15]]></description>
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		<title>Real love is not a fragile thing</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/04/02/2011/real-love-is-not-a-fragile-thing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2011 09:58:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[but neither is it dull, silent or sterile Can a man think of Love when Jealousy Sears the retreating soul within him? Yes, for Love is not a fragile thing, Not a child in the heart. Love must be hot with the glory of strength: At the bidding of Jealousy, unwelcome guest, We look at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/02/09/2011/i-know-our-wounds-are-deep-as-the-atlantic/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2011 16:25:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<title>An ode to my favorite season</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/09/10/2010/an-ode-to-my-favorite-season/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 20:17:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A sturdy oak stands strong and tall its leaves burning-red begin to fall as rural folks harvest hay the full fall orchestra at play Little girls and little boys Make a joyful crackling noise As they laugh and play in leaf piles With no regard for their clothing styles Grown up men, and grown up [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Aborted Love</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/07/24/2010/aborted-love/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 18:10:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In October, the rainy season stream, flows with a sense of urgency vibrant, vital, perpetual like air. The stream flows and feeds into waterfalls, and people passing by become overcome by breathless beauty like silent waves of a distant sea the ebb and flow of eternity. Except this stream dries up around June aborted by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Speachless Beauty:  Ibarra Quartet and Makoto Fujimura at Le Poisson Rouge</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/07/18/2010/speachless-beauty-ibarra-quartet-and-makoto-fujimura-at-le-poisson-rouge/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 20:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<title>Splendor</title>
		<link>http://micah.sparacio.org/07/18/2010/splendor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 18:56:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Micah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Splendor for Kayama Mineral Pigments, Gold on Kumohada MAKOTO FUJIMURA]]></description>
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