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		<title>I Will Not Be That Girl Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 05:09:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Just Words]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Choices]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today, I indulged in hours-long foray into the blogosphere of writers, feminists, and overall amazing bloggers.  Bliss.  Somehow, I went from this to this.  That last one there?  I laughed, brooded, and laughed again.  But what I would typically be afraid to admit before, I will do it here and now.  It struck a nerve <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/05/i-will-not-be-that-girl-again/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Liars and Dreamers Microfiction Part 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 21:14:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Microfiction]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[#LADMF / Page &#160; one. How does a wall flower die? two.  I think that fading to obscurity is a kind of death. No chains, just glue and paper. No martyrdom, just apathy.]]></description>
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		<title>The Reaper&#8217;s Sow &#8211; Chapter 2: Down the Rabbit Hole</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 13:08:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[The Reaper's Sow]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[jack clocktail]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you just got here, you may want to start at the beginning! Prologue Part 1: Flick&#8217;s Point of View Prologue Part 2: Pleasant&#8217;s Point of View Chapter 1: Flick&#8217;s Awakening • Pleasant • I turn 18 today.  Do I feel like an adult?  I tugged at my dress and whirled to encounter myself in <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/04/the-reapers-sow-chapter-2-down-the-rabbit-hole/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Reaper&#8217;s Sow &#8211; Chapter 1: Flick&#8217;s Awakening</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 23:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[The Reaper's Sow]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Flick]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you just got here, you might want to start from the beginning. Prologue Part 1 &#8211; Flick&#8217;s Point of View Prologue Part 2 &#8211; Pleasant&#8217;s Point of View • Flick • Grip and I sat in our common room that accessed both our bunkrooms on either side of the room.  We both had sat in relative, <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/04/the-reapers-sow-chapter-1-flicks-awakening/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Reaper&#8217;s Sow &#8211; Prologue [Cont&#039;d]</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 21:29:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you just got here, I recommend starting at the beginning &#8211; Prologue Part 1 &#8211; Flick&#8217;s Point of View • Pleasant • The smell of gardenias wafted towards where I sat in the corner of the library.  The servants were making clattering sounds that distantly reached my ears.  Someone is going to get a tongue-lashing, <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/04/the-reapers-sow-prologue-contd/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>That Ol&#8217; High School Memory</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 12:23:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[high school]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[This poem was written when I was in 11th grade.  Honestly? That wasn&#8217;t so long ago.  That&#8217;s 2004-2005.   So, that&#8217;s definitely a big warning for you.  Most high school poems are crap and most of mine were no exception.  That year was the transition from one high school to another, one state to another, <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/03/that-ol-high-school-memory/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Reaper&#8217;s Sow &#8211; Prologue</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 10:19:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[• Flick • We buried her in the rain.  It was a soft downpour meant for tender moments, where leaves bowed away from the pressure and grass twinkled in the occasional sight of the sun.  I patted the earth and stood up.  We needed to move. We were light on our feet, Daddy and I, winding between <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/03/the-reapers-sow-prologue/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Where you are today.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 23:22:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There is nothing like a memory Of a time that you once hated To grab you by the throat By the mere smell of innocence &#160; It sprung with all the green of Spring, of the sun showing face Sitting alone with the thoughts Giving a fast and hard race &#160; Up the hills and <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/03/where-you-are-today/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Writer&#8217;s Job and a Lamentation on Literary Machine</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 18:13:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Writing]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I found this in my inbox from Google+ today: Tim Parks: ‘The Writer’s Job’ in The New York Review of Books A Hogwarts Professor Conversation About the Literary Machine Reading between both this conversation and the columnist&#8217;s lamentations of the literary machine, I can only think to add one thing. First, let me add, the <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/03/the-writers-job-and-a-lamentation-on-literary-machine/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>She&#8217;s a Shooting Star</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2012 21:45:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Porch Queen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Dreaming]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I stood on a large rock looking up at the sky.  Brown robe hung loosely on my body, and the looseness felt freeing with the breeze pulling it around.  My hand was up, shading my eyes, while I just kept on watching the blue sky. In a space of an instant, the sky was dark.  <a href='http://www.porchgoblin.net/2012/03/shes-a-shooting-star/' class='excerpt-more'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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