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		<title>A wind sock.</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2009/07/17/a-wind-sock/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 12:11:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ I am a wind sock.
Attached to a rock, a pole, a pivot point.
Held there with wire, fishing line, chain or bits of string;
Easily showing which way the wind is blowing.
(or if it is blowing at all)
Without the steadfast,
something deeply driven, a cemented footing,
I am more like a plastic bag.
Full of promise or disappointment.
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		<title>Leaving a country</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2008/09/27/leaving-a-country/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 07:20:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ When I think of leaving,
I think of reducing the charm of our house into the boxable;
that which is given away and the thrown out.
Previously all of these ingredients &#8211;
dish towels, ironing board, newspaper clippings,
salvaged chairs, a cat
and the stick-like small statue of a man &#8211;
made up our home.
This seems to be an action to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hubble</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2008/09/26/hubble/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 09:10:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ He did not want to be linked, by birth or blood
to the modest marshy field.
(Apparently he put on an English accent.)
But as he was a famous son,
grandchild, nephew, classmate, cousin,
childhood friend,
they are proud.
Erected in the centre of town
a few feet from the courthouse, on the town square,
is a scale model of his satellite.
To what [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vocabulary</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2007/07/22/vocabulary/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 05:07:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ I am armedWith an ability to fortify an ideaSimilar to Eskimo and snowSo particularThat no one is left guessingthe vertical or breadth;Specific.Fondness, a type of craziness (for)Taking a shine (to)But actually the mirror of.I am the one left beaming,Resembling the ability to read by the moon,Which although bright, is reflecting the brilliance of (you)I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Plans</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2007/07/08/plans/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 05:19:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ Dog-walking, not dog-sitting,
Our dog.
Eventually.
&#8212;&#8211;
To pick the colour of a room,
Agonise over it
Paint it
Only to realise that it&#8217;s too dark.
And then re-pick the colour of a room,
Agonise over it,
Paint it
Only to realise it is too dark.
And several months later
(still the same colour but a different season)
It&#8217;s suddenly perfect.
&#8212;&#8211;
Opening the letterbox&#8230;
There is mail for you
And for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Remapping</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2007/07/08/remapping/</link>
		<comments>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2007/07/08/remapping/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 23:25:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ Once charted territory.
But since the earthquake
(and the shift into another decade)
Altogether different.
Perhaps we can make a deal.
Two explorers;
Head lamps, pup-tent,
Sleeping bags suitable for wide-ranging temperatures,
Water supply, freeze-dried meals,
Astronaut ice-cream (a novelty),
Notebooks, writing utensils,
A very analogue camera
(who knows when we will will find another power supply?)
Flares (in case of emergency along with a silvery blanket)
Chop-sticks [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Your city</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2007/07/07/your-city/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 05:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ I hope your city swallows you up
And that someone, much like you,
Is making his/her way through town,
Attempting to be/friendly.
Something he/she learned outside of
Flemish or French or German
Or language.
While on holiday maybe
In a youth hostel
Or while a year away
Sometime when he/she had to rely on strangers
Or a bad day and a nicety
is all it took
To [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My favourite colour</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2007/06/28/my-favourite-colour/</link>
		<comments>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2007/06/28/my-favourite-colour/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 13:21:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ I don&#8217;t even know what my favourite colour is.
Or my favourite season.
Time of day, dish or meal.
I can enter the question like a roundabout
indicator on, but still driving
this exit, no this one
then compromise, &#8216;I like them all&#8217;
Surely there is an indication
preference
it clicks repeatedly, the dash-lamp flashes
yellow, orange or red
a warm colour
But what of coolness?
Scarves, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A space between my ribs</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2006/11/03/a-space-between-my-ribs/</link>
		<comments>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2006/11/03/a-space-between-my-ribs/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 23:31:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ There is a space between my ribs
Enough to allow an airliner to pass
Or freeways
A freeway!
Or a hole;
sometimes.
And right this minute it seems to me an opening,
opening.
]]></description>
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		<title>Already Forgotten Poem, Love Poem Already Forgotten</title>
		<link>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2003/01/15/already-forgotten-poem-love-poem-already-forgotten/</link>
		<comments>http://www.andreawilkinson.com/thirtysomething/2003/01/15/already-forgotten-poem-love-poem-already-forgotten/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2003 07:23:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ I thought of it while I was lying in bed
not yet sleepy,
but sharing the same schedule of
waking and sleeping
as that of my loved one
the best ever I think
not rhyming
no real beginning or end
but the middle part was clear
direct
better that those three words so overused
I and love and you
I considered creeping out
climbing out of our [...]]]></description>
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