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	<title>Ed Medley &#187; Poesy-Prosey</title>
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	<description>a melange of memorabilia in a matrix of scribbles and snapshots</description>
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		<title>antipodes/syzygy</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/07/17/antipodessyzygy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 17:32:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[love&#8217;s antipodes/ - an indifferent terrain-/ offers sole refuge   better to tune in/ present; turned-toward,  hearts open/ aligned in syzygy]]></description>
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		<title>Unrealizations/shadowplay</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/06/29/unrealizationsshadowplay/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 16:37:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Late evening shadowplay signals - come see - seductive presentness fleeting unreality]]></description>
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		<title>as muted calm stills</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/06/27/as-muted-calm-stills/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 21:50:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ripples babble spry too soon: freshet currents quiet as muted calm stills]]></description>
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		<title>Ed and Ikaika&#8217;s 5 Minute Writing Spree</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/06/22/ed-and-ikaikas-5-minute-writing-spree/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 15:26:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In 1988 I was teaching and tutoring, while also picking up the odd engineering consulting jobs and helping men die. One of my students was Ikaika, a boy who had difficulty writing. In my diary for March 11 1988, I &#8230; <a href="http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/06/22/ed-and-ikaikas-5-minute-writing-spree/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Prayertouch</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/06/22/prayertouch/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 14:23:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[window lines frame white light floods your silence while talking to God you touched my love making a trinity of sorts [At Hui Aloha Church, Kaupo, Maui] Honolulu July 26 1987]]></description>
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		<title>Pasha</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/06/22/pasha/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 14:19:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pasha, your funny little guy conjuring mane braids; curious and peeking. hide-and-seeking; and impishly leading the Other Man on a chase. Pasha, your partner took you laughing and galloping along shadowy riverbed and green rug pasture and sometimes, measured plodding, &#8230; <a href="http://edmedley.com/blog/2010/06/22/pasha/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Junctions</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/junctions/</link>
		<comments>http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/junctions/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 03:11:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Unheeded until clicketyclack, switching, come junctions, where our lines combine and meet and apart and sometimes we must alight abide awhile to wait the next rain on a empty bench; watch and shyly peer at those who must bustle still &#8230; <a href="http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/junctions/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Before</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/before/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 00:50:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Before, when sitting on rocks in the middle of a bubbling stream we had thought of mountain brooks and mountain air and parting. So we loved. Around us were trees, a blanket of black twisting twigs through which the valley &#8230; <a href="http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/before/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Making Out, First Time</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/making-out-first-time-1970/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 00:32:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This was his moment. He was going to make his first girl. For months his body had been jumping from dream to dream. He had lived this moment many times. He creeped between the week-old sheets. She grinned, showing the &#8230; <a href="http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/making-out-first-time-1970/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>My Kind of Freedom</title>
		<link>http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/my-kind-of-freedom-is-not-yours-a-memoir-at-age-21/</link>
		<comments>http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/my-kind-of-freedom-is-not-yours-a-memoir-at-age-21/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 00:19:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed Medley</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poesy-Prosey]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I remember sprawling in a canoe, while August sunshine washes over my bare, reddening body. my dangling feet are splashing the cold, blue lake. The canoe swings slackly around the makeshift anchor. A gusty breeze ripples the lake, It plays &#8230; <a href="http://edmedley.com/blog/2008/10/26/my-kind-of-freedom-is-not-yours-a-memoir-at-age-21/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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