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		<title>Agape:</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Luisa A. Igloria]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2015 02:27:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[meaning the mouth unhinged, gone slack, open, unguarded&#8212; perhaps the soul dumbstruck or riven by lightning; a tunnel in a mountainside into which the wind, the night, the feeble light by the roadside, and a blind seam of winged insects can go careening: meaning a thing has moved, casualty of wonder.]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>meaning the mouth<br />
unhinged, gone slack,<br />
open, unguarded&#8212; perhaps </p>
<p>the soul dumbstruck<br />
or riven by lightning;<br />
a tunnel in a mountainside</p>
<p>into which the wind, the night,<br />
the feeble light by the roadside,<br />
and a blind seam of winged </p>
<p>insects can go careening:<br />
meaning a thing has moved,<br />
casualty of wonder. </p>
 
<p><em>
In response to <a href="http://morningporch.com/2015/05/159124607/">an entry from the Morning Porch</a>.</em></p>
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		<title>Lessons in complexity</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Luisa A. Igloria]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2015 03:38:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If the character had told the hungry children they must earn their keep by begging in the streets, if she had sold them surreptitiously to the recruiter who wanted to know if they were virgins; if the trail of bread or pebbles shining in the moonlight was replaced by coils of concertina wire, and the &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://www.vianegativa.us/2015/05/lessons-in-complexity/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Lessons in complexity"</span></a></p>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If the character had told the hungry children<br />
they must earn their keep by begging in the streets,</p>
<p>if she had sold them surreptitiously<br />
to the recruiter who wanted to know if they </p>
<p>were virgins; if the trail of bread or pebbles<br />
shining in the moonlight was replaced</p>
<p>by coils of concertina wire, and the house<br />
of sugar dreams boiled down into a soup</p>
<p>of rubber sap and insect wings&#8212; There&#8217;d be<br />
no chance to buy time with a chicken bone </p>
<p>held up between the slats of a cage. Only the fire<br />
would be a constant, a raging eager to be fed.  </p>
 
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		<title>The Momentary</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Luisa A. Igloria]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2015 03:33:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Pressed into a corner, she could not decline. At the moment of greatest vulnerability, was there another more blameworthy than herself? For instance, the parent that had run to the store. The emptiness of spare rooms, inhabited only by furniture. That she liked pockets, hiding away in a corner with a board book in hand? &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://www.vianegativa.us/2015/05/the-momentary/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "The Momentary"</span></a></p>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pressed into a corner, she could not decline.<br />
At the moment of greatest vulnerability,</p>
<p>was there another more blameworthy than herself?<br />
For instance, the parent that had run to the store. </p>
<p>The emptiness of spare rooms, inhabited only<br />
by furniture. That she liked pockets, hiding </p>
<p>away in a corner with a board book in hand?<br />
How was she to know the welcome from</p>
<p>the unwelcome advance? Memory, such<br />
an unreliable witness. And yet </p>
<p>every thin ferrule of grass hides a blade<br />
springing up in the after-passage. </p>
 
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2015 15:28:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Vectors</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Luisa A. Igloria]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2015 03:31:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Spokes of light that sang over the valley, spun flames that trembled like the wings of doves. How did we walk all summer and into the next season of rain? But we did, as if into the arms of our most familiar, into the flesh of our everyday fate. Did we have time to make &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://www.vianegativa.us/2015/05/vectors/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Vectors"</span></a></p>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Spokes of light that sang over the valley,<br />
spun flames that trembled like the wings of doves.</p>
<p>How did we walk all summer and into the next<br />
season of rain? But we did, as if into the arms</p>
<p>of our most familiar, into the flesh of our everyday<br />
fate. Did we have time to make garments out of our </p>
<p>recurring laments? We must have cried out in the heat,<br />
in the cold; or clung to a bridegroom, an archipelago </p>
<p>of circling desires. Sometimes to wait is not an option.<br />
Sometimes the only thing to do is hurry into the coming storm.  </p>
 
<p><em>
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		<title>Hello, hello</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Luisa A. Igloria]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2015 02:27:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I imagine you at the end of the line, your ear cupped close to the receiver, a bud on the cusp of bursting from sound. And sounds skitter like birds tumbled from a high wire, like spiders shaken from slumber with the sudden snap-open of umbrellas. The syllables I form with my mouth, you send &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://www.vianegativa.us/2015/05/hello-hello/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Hello, hello"</span></a></p>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I imagine you<br />
at the end of the line, your ear<br />
cupped close to the receiver, a bud<br />
on the cusp of bursting from sound.</p>
<p>And sounds skitter like birds<br />
tumbled from a high wire, like spiders<br />
shaken from slumber with the sudden<br />
snap-open of umbrellas.</p>
<p>The syllables I form with my mouth,<br />
you send back as slightly misshapen<br />
echoes&#8212; as if a child tried to turn<br />
a page with sticky fingers.</p>
 
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		<title>Retablo</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Luisa A. Igloria]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2015 02:40:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So small in the photograph: one foot lifted, tip of a shoe touching the back of a hot and itchy calf, chin pointed toward the window where the bees hum their wayward psalms and sparrows heed the instinct to turn and wheel, beneath the sign language of larger wings.]]></description>
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So small in the photograph:<br />
one foot lifted, tip of a shoe<br />
touching the back of a hot<br />
and itchy calf, chin pointed<br />
toward the window where the bees<br />
hum their wayward psalms<br />
and sparrows heed the instinct<br />
to turn and wheel, beneath the sign<br />
language of larger wings.</p>
 
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In response to <a href="http://morningporch.com/2015/04/159124527/">an entry from the Morning Porch</a>.</em></p>
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		<title>Bell Jar</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2015 02:28:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A spit of rain, a shine of metal in the middle of the desert&#8212; Oasis of an idea the mind will trudge all night to, for its promise: cleft that opens in the rock at the touch of the lips, with each finger&#8217;s compressed longing.]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A spit of rain, a shine<br />
of metal in the middle of the desert&#8212;<br />
Oasis of an idea the mind will trudge<br />
all night to, for its promise: cleft<br />
that opens in the rock at the touch<br />
of the lips, with each finger&#8217;s<br />
compressed longing. </p>
 
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2015 04:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2015 06:13:20 +0000</pubDate>
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