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			<title>Nanna's Accordion</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2016 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>Nanna&rsquo;s accordion
<br>
is gathering dust
<br>
on a plywood floor
<br>
at the top of the stairs.
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			<title>Cowboys in Winter</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2013 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>  
<em> The Sons of Katie Elder </em>
  make such noise! 
<br>
 Dad&rsquo;s fast asleep, despite his three grandsons 
<br>
 waving their toy pistols, kiddy cowboys 
<br>
 shouting to be heard above John Wayne&rsquo;s guns. 
<br>
  
<br>
 Mom sits out in the kitchen, where the din
<br>
 is slightly less ear-splitting, with her boys. 
<br>
 We try to talk, but can&rsquo;t seem to begin;
<br>
 glad for the kids and their disruptive toys. 
<br>
  
<br>
 The doctors say it&rsquo;s spreading quickly now. 
<br>
 It still seems like there must be some mistake. 
<br>
 Mom does what women do, fights through somehow 
<br>
 to give him what he needs when he&rsquo;s awake; 
<br>
  
<br>
 still throws the curtains wide each day at dawn
<br>
 to what remains of winter&rsquo;s weakening sun. 
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			<title>Sisters</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2012 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> The sisters, quick 
<br>
 to gather, 
<br>
 like moths to candlewick, 
<br>
 mourn another 
<br>
 sudden death, 
<br>
 with thrumming 
<br>
 talk and measured breath. 
<br>
 Their men succumbing 
<br>
 one by one, 
<br>
 they rally round 
<br>
 the common family good 
<br>
 and carry on, 
<br>
 stoic and sorrowbound, 
<br>
 in widowhood. 
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