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	<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 07:31:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Juneau, Alaska in June 2010</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 07:31:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[June is the right time to come&#8230;as the skies are full of every shape and color of cloud while the air is fairly warm; the flowers are abundant&#8211;buttercups, berries, cow parsnip and rainforest jungles of moss and lichen covering everything&#8211;bark, stone and ground.  There are days of sunshine as well and glaciers, forests&#8211;steep and heavily [...]]]></description>
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		<title>COACHELLA 2007</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 15:28:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[COACHELLA 2007
Oh where to begin???? I just came back this afternoon about 4 (I left Coachella at 6:30am) feeling like the festival was a marathon which I thoroughly enjoyed but  which  was a lot physically like Burning Man&#8211;but without the freedom to drink and carouse at will&#8211;Don&#8217;t ask me today if I will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>At Home at Stars</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
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Why do I find this moment so exquisite, so rare?
		&#8216;S&#8217;Wonderful,&#8217; the blonde woman plays on a fine old 			Steinway
I taste the salad&#8211;exotic greens, Gorgonzola Blue, candied
			pecans&#8211;and sip a smooth dry Chandon cocktail.
		   in this most elegant of San Francisco restaurants
		The piano notes slide  like fresh oysters into
		   the almost breathing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>98 in the Shade</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:52:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[98 in the shade
as ravens circle up to the sun
Heat shimmers from the slickrock
   the air is hot
	still
	silent
Here in the shade
   a rattler waits
	under a juniper tree
	   for the afternoon wind
Here in the shade
   I   sit still
	look at marks
	   some old ones painted
		on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What I Got from AM Radio</title>
		<link>http://www.katrinawagner.com/2007/03/what-i-got-from-am-radio/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:51:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[WHAT I GOT FROM AM RADIO
It never occurred to me
in all these years
of listening to rock and roll
that I signed up a long time ago
for perpetual teenage torture.
It was always a bad moon rising
over my hopes
that some cute boy would ask me out.
Always running on empty into the parties
and out alone onto mean street
wishing a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Father Died in Texas</title>
		<link>http://www.katrinawagner.com/2007/03/my-father-died-in-texas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:44:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My father died in Texas
bound and tied to dreams of love
developed dancing to jazz and going downtown
in the suburbs,
to the movies
died still longing for Ava, Rita, or
any bleached blonde dame
languorous on a chaise,
		bored,
martinis dry,
the air thick with sex
wanted a Varda girl for a wife,
	bubbly breasts bursting out of gingham pinafores,
	legs going on forever down to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>LA Sunday Morning</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:41:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
it was 8:30 and the LA streets were empty,
	the air
	silky
	warm
   everywhere there were flowers&#8211;in the trees, in gardens, on 	the hedges&#8211;tulips, daffodils, begonias, ,
	colors everywhere and birds singing.
Then,
   loping easily and proud
	right down the centerline of Montana Street,
 is a coyote-
	thick coated and beautiful, still wild,
	casually self-assured that
	he belongs here,
		was here [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Would Wish Her Another Mesa</title>
		<link>http://www.katrinawagner.com/2007/03/i-oulde-wish-her-another-mesa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
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As I stand
	at the edge of the canyon
    I suddenly remember
		an old soft-focus black and white
	my father took of his city bride
		astride a palomino
	  his raven-haired bride
		with dark Indian eyes
She is beautiful and strange at once
	and
	she is
	smiling
   into some vague and wonderful future
     this man [...]]]></description>
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		<title>House and Home</title>
		<link>http://www.katrinawagner.com/2007/03/house-and-home/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:11:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
For three years or so,
	really in order to know,
	in order to make order of a scattered life,
I have been making
	shelters
	shrines
	structures in the shape of houses,
though I have found
		no Simplicity pattern to follow
	have found
		no Good Housekeeping seal
		to vindicate my plans
I simply find things lying around
	&#8211;ordinary things&#8211;
	stones from the trail
	sticks and branches left bundled on the curb
	brown [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Chair</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 17:06:30 +0000</pubDate>
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The chair
	she sits in every afternoon
		embroidering for the day
		some fine young man
			will come to her daughter,
			will come to the cathedral,
			come to give her grandchildren
stands empty now at noon,
	vacant by the geraniums
	she set outside this morning
stands near other chairs just like it,
	empty on the cobblestones of
		the village
			that time has not touched
			for seven hundred years,
		the village of [...]]]></description>
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