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		<title>Belle Isle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Dream Litany</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 04:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The stone &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;churches huddle &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;together along Elmdale and love one &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;another in stained glass, or the way &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a set of knees rub apologetically against the stained wood pew. &#160; I could enter the church, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;anoint self: &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Head, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;sternum, clavicle to &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/dream-litany/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7383&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>For the self, the non-self, memory, or An Act of Whirling</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This would happen if I was a stone in a sling &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;shot, an arc between mouths &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;or the result, a stove-in &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;cranium, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;a tangent happening. A touch&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;or mouths touching, a sling. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;My broken collar bone. Your &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;broken language (un)happens, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;then &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/for-the-self-the-non-self-memory-or-an-act-of-whirling/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7373&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Take this Vision with your Mouth Closed</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 04:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here is where our small hairs become stands &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;of rib cages cross- sectioned and fraying gray matter. It is in this space, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;the white turns body to a point, blind. When we lie with each other in my skull and &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/18/take-this-vision-with-your-mouth-closed/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7371&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>As I Grew Old One Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Jason Braun]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[All the photos emptied themselves out. My people slipped through the emulsion into darkrooms developing evidence of other senses. The creek ran dry at the crime scene. The clink of porcelain against flatware in a sink teetering atop a landfill. &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/18/as-i-grew-old-one-night/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7348&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Thermodynamics of Laundromats</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 04:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lonely at the laundry mat, the kids gun-play rat-a-tat and I sat in soap dissolving, watching your lost socks revolving. So goes the pop song I started writing for you, and the things you left charged and clinging to flesh &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/thermodynamics-of-laundromats/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7346&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ruins</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Joshua Berida]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I wandered through the ruins of Ayutthaya, carefully measuring my steps to avoid knocking over the broken stones, withered walls, and headless statues. Careful. Measured. Steps. To keep the silences from making noise. I&#8217;d like to keep things the way &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/ruins/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7334&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Escape Hatch of the Agoraphobic Professor</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 04:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Public space terrified Professor Treadway. If a stray arm were to brush his, he would feign a sneeze to flinch clear. School hallways were the worst. One fortunate result of his blistering dread of contact was that it swelled the &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/escape-hatch-of-the-agoraphobic-professor/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7332&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>My Philosophy of Smell</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Onion reek of tears. Mushrooms have the same aroma of the earth. Grapefruits fill one&#8217;s nose with deceitfulness. A whiff of a ripe banana is unfriendly and a clementine aggressive. An apple has a soft radiant quality to it, like &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/my-philosophy-of-smell/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7321&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Meditation On Seasons Of The Body</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 04:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Summer comes first. Always, summer comes first with a sunlight-like weight upon your shoulders. Everything, everyone is a light bulb, a candle that cannot be blown out despite the murderous winds. Pleasure dresses the unknown. Wonder builds an unexplored city. &#8230; <a href="http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2013/05/15/meditation-on-seasons-of-the-body/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=eunoiareview.wordpress.com&#038;blog=15941065&#038;post=7318&#038;subd=eunoiareview&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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