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	<title>The Amaranthine Poet</title>
	<link>http://www.jennaawad.com</link>
	<description>The poet whose words never fade. Isaiah 40:6-8</description>
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		<title>Upcoming Shows (Music)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Saturday, June 5th: The Plum House. 7pm.
Friday, April 9: Sips Coffee. 6pm. (across from Woodcrest Christian School).
Friday, April 2: The Plum House. 7pm.
Saturday, March 26: Cutler Amphitheater-Loma Linda University. 9:30 am.
Saturday, March 20: The Coffee Depot in Downtown Riverside on the train tracks. 7pm.
Friday, March 19: Sips Coffee (Near drive in theatre on Van Buren). [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/03/12/upcoming-shows/</link>
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		<title>Toy Box (A Poem About Serial Killer, David Parker Ray)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[how many times did you play.
And play your tape
David Parker Ray
voice sharper than your tools
how many hollowed skulls
swallowed holes on the shelves
inside the toy box
filled with reek of
whatever stained the
chains and ice picks
like metal snakes and fangs
on the floor
drawings and diagrams
guide the hunt
and hunt some more
in a trailer in the desert
your ritual begins
take out candles
spread [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/03/10/toy-box-a-poem-about-serial-killer-david-parker-ray/</link>
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		<title>PTSD haiku</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Long legged jonquil floats
Before orange crested moon
Drops down when wind dies
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		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/03/09/ptsd-haiku/</link>
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		<title>Tar Brick Trail</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ice caked star
stuffed in the holes of this tar brick trail.
I walk the darkness
leading to you
I&#8217;d like to say that
the milky silk
snow lacing each crease
is the palette
and your calling voice is
the paint on my finger-
tips ready to swirl
over ice and melt
as rainbow puddles
on the trail.
 the closer I get,
the more I become
a cell shaken in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/03/08/238/</link>
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		<title>Debauched</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Racketing, rickety
Obsessive spite
Ending noise of nightly fight
Stand, sit
Laugh, hit
Scratch, spit
Sprung zip
Strap, strip
Bind, bit
Slap, fit,
Trap, chip
Crash, split
Force tip
Moan, groan
Slip, BANG!
Crap, sh&#8211; .
One proclivity
Being chivalry 
-jenna awad
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		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/02/08/debauched/</link>
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		<title>There is a Place</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is a place I have been. A place where I want to stay. But it&#8217;s so hard to step away from this obnubilated world. Everything is a distraction. Everything is an obstruction. Everything pulls me away. I go to scary places and hide away from safety.
So, what can I do. When I am being [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/02/01/there-is-a-place/</link>
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		<title>Mother is Foam</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The bubbles from some unknown foam
		Misplaced earth or misshaped tongue
		Mothers stretch delicately from
		Our sides. Drops of dew 
		Beading on our stems.
		Until she evaporates into the sun]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/01/13/mother-is-foam/</link>
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		<title>Torture Is Not Poetry. It&#8217;s Torture.</title>
		<description><![CDATA['Sliding down the slippery wings of softer birds who plunge into blacker skies.' Torture is not poetry. It's torture. Your pain will never float on lily white clouds. Your sorrow will always succumb to pain.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2010/01/09/torture-is-not-poetry-its-torture/</link>
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		<title>The Windless Fury</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the shadow of this silver tree
Whose silver petals drip down
Like diamond blends with distilled light
Dewy on the earth's turned cheek
I'm sorry 
Rises and struggles to rise
Beneath the frost
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		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2009/12/17/the-windless-fury/</link>
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		<title>Rorschach&#8217;s Journal&#8230;I mean, To Do List</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One of the assignments in a class I&#8217;m taking was to write a story/character sketch through the format of a to do list. I seriously thought it was a super cool exercise! So, here&#8217;s mine. I&#8217;m sure you can guess to whom the to do list belongs to..(Especially since his name is in the title). [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jennaawad.com/2009/12/09/rorschachs-journali-mean-to-do-list/</link>
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