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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Nothing I’ve done seems to matter…I wanted to do more in this life, not the elusive prizes, but poems that astonish. &#8212; Barbara Crooker, from “Melancholia” &#160; &#160; Who else would have celebrated oxygen cascading down our throats when speaking about the glories of breath, or called on God of the ginkgo trees and God&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Thoughts of Athena, Octavia, and Kali, giant Pacific octopusus, swirl in my head as I stand in my kitchen cutting vegetables for a winter soup. What if evolution had taken a different turn? Instead of two arms, I might have eight tentacles covered with suction cups, little brains inside each appendage. How quickly I’d chop&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;they&#8217;re out there&#8230;small ghosts who never knew when enough was enough. &#8211; Lawrence Raab &#160; &#160; You don&#8217;t want to believe the stories, but can&#8217;t help thinking about them tonight—especially at two a.m.— not a soul out on Main Street, avenue glistening from an all day rain. Lampposts glowing with pale auras. There’s something about&#8230;</p>
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