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		<title>a little harder than that</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 20:16:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[amen.
I tell my mother dryly not to cry while praying, didn&#8217;t the
Imam just say we shouldn&#8217;t feel helpless
at this time even with the raw pain of injustice
that we shouldn&#8217;t despair
of relief for desperation
she looks shocked and says a response I know, we cry
out of feeling and faith and empathy only stiffened hearts don&#8217;t cry
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		<title>dandelion heads</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 04:54:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Asmaa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I plucked two dandelions today,
before the weed hackers got to them. And
removed their stems, getting small amounts of
green weed-paste under my nails.
but it was worth it, I had two sunny dandelion heads left
which I took and put behind my spectacles,
one in front of each eye.
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		<title>wrapt</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 00:57:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>commonplacer</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[in improbable times
i will decipher your speech
plainly
but now i can only seek to trace
your profile
while you lie
against your grain
hair matted just so
and i&#8217;m certain
i&#8217;d see you
quiver only slightly
before you
bend
round my finger
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		<title>Still</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:20:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Asmaa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Hajera
We are walking through fields of roses,
barefoot and shoes in hand
we are alone here, stepping amongst the unshorn weeds,
our toes getting familiar with the soil.
I picked a sunflower (it was hard to snap, the stem so thick)
and handed it to you, smiling inwardly at my
incapacity to seriously hand you a rose instead&#8211;
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		<title>looking for God</title>
		<link>http://disconnectedverses.wordpress.com/2008/03/09/looking-for-god/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 03:54:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Asmaa</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[he spends his days amongst
tattered magazines and stains on his coffee
table,
before he won coasters by signing up
for the toronto star.
in his torn shirt, as though someone grabbed
his collar from behind
and ruffled hair from sleeping in one time
too many.
he begins his days looking for God
under his pillow,
in his desk drawers.
he dreams He is there, wakes with
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