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	<title>The Wildest Branch &#187; Poetry</title>
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	<description>...within and beyond the pre-defined</description>
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		<title>S  T  O  R  Y</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2010/05/28/s-t-o-r-y/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 11:28:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a shifting sand ceremony - a world of tea and story and codex - the truth approaches, silent and unspoken like longing never settled and always in expectance… it isn’t the amber in transparent cups, nor the flames; not the tent or bright rug, nor the scent of horse and sheep on the hot [...]]]></description>
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		<title>II.</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/07/19/ii/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 22:58:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Low flight Wingtips touching Water of a mountain lake Lovers below the surface at last embrace no-need for air and stars and moon reflecting the pattern from the cave stone floor of what can never be seen Naked eyes are here Seeing clouds dancing to songs of crickets and shamans show Flowing mountains of eagle [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Clouds Coming Down</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/06/29/clouds-coming-down/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:27:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Clouds Coming Down And counting days forgotten, I dedicate this place with gifts from far away - gifts I don&#8217;t want to give. Is that why at night when old fog betrays steps of darkness in the meadow, the swaying of young birch, and the rushing of the stream conflict the motionless, meaningless hand of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Her Name</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/23/her-name/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 16:45:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her Name The desert accepted me, a traveler from far away and after seven days, forgave me, as she knew my thirst in her heart, and with her thoughts, she spoke and sent a breeze without pride of the ability to cool man and beast. I, knower of so many winds, was taken aback by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Watcher and the Watched</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/12/the-watcher-and-the-watched/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Watcher and the Watched I stand in the gentle rain, nearby and watch, as she comes and goes, tendrils of mist rising and drifting from a new forest waiting and watching me, judging silently, and in expectation of a song, I watch. She comes and goes away, again.]]></description>
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		<title>into that wild morning</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/14/into-that-wild-morning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 11:36:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In his wanting to say, what need not be said, in his wanting to say what need not be brought from any vast land, what need not be brought across any vast sea, what need not be brought into anywhere, for it is already within… but anyway, In his wanting to say What the Curlew [...]]]></description>
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		<title>three years later, intruding</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/01/14/three-years-later-intruding/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/01/14/three-years-later-intruding/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 12:16:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[ireland]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[island]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[prayer]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Crossing the short bridge, I hadn’t expected it, mainland to island, so to those who remain: this is my prayer, at last. I dare not intrude. Yes, rain was expected, clouds blackening, rolling on whispering prayers in the hearth warmed room, filled with the scent of peat and whiskey, songs and tears. Rusting boats quiver [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i tend our hearth</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2008/11/04/i-tend-our-hearth/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 19:29:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[earth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[She came ashore, still glistening and wet from the sea, shared her drink and showed me symbols of mysterious things and stones and shells, she laughed and I laughed with her. Not wanting her to leave, I took her to my hearth. She spoke, I could not understand, when I spoke, she smiled, but made [...]]]></description>
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