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	<title>Comments on: Offerings</title>
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		<title>By: James Eric Watkins</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/offerings/#comment-282</link>
		<dc:creator>James Eric Watkins</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 17:52:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A nice sentiment that culminates with 

This desire to give concrete offerings
to water, color, armories of trees
is more than  a trading desire


And to point out a bit of nicely executed imagery

As in dreams when ribs
open out like gates
innards rushed by light


All in all, a good read.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A nice sentiment that culminates with </p>
<p>This desire to give concrete offerings<br />
to water, color, armories of trees<br />
is more than  a trading desire</p>
<p>And to point out a bit of nicely executed imagery</p>
<p>As in dreams when ribs<br />
open out like gates<br />
innards rushed by light</p>
<p>All in all, a good read.</p>
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		<title>By: Marvin R. Hiemstra</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/offerings/#comment-265</link>
		<dc:creator>Marvin R. Hiemstra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 23:28:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your respect for the World and all therein is quite astounding. I especially love

If there&#039;s no right commodity
to give monkeys
instead should I step small?
Is being gone a gift?

Thanks for the intense pleasure of reading your poem</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your respect for the World and all therein is quite astounding. I especially love</p>
<p>If there&#8217;s no right commodity<br />
to give monkeys<br />
instead should I step small?<br />
Is being gone a gift?</p>
<p>Thanks for the intense pleasure of reading your poem</p>
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		<title>By: jana collin</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/offerings/#comment-263</link>
		<dc:creator>jana collin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 23:53:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Laurel - I love the picture you&#039;ve painted to describe this relationship with the creator.  Irreverence and awe so intense that grasping to matter for expression is the only human option for understanding.  Very nice.  There was a teetering point for me in this poem, on the line &quot;to mirror back each grace&quot; I was almost lost and abandoned the poem but once making it through the stanza I felt momentum through the end of the poem.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Laurel &#8211; I love the picture you&#8217;ve painted to describe this relationship with the creator.  Irreverence and awe so intense that grasping to matter for expression is the only human option for understanding.  Very nice.  There was a teetering point for me in this poem, on the line &#8220;to mirror back each grace&#8221; I was almost lost and abandoned the poem but once making it through the stanza I felt momentum through the end of the poem.</p>
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		<title>By: Robin</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/offerings/#comment-261</link>
		<dc:creator>Robin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 18:01:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lauren, that was fabulous! It sounds like something I&#039;d write. I love how you have tapped into a visceral feeling of connection with sometime wild, in the context of being friends with them. It&#039;s like it&#039;s natural that we would feel such a connection. You captured that so neatly, so succiently. I will keep this poem to read again and again. Thank you for this gem. Robin</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lauren, that was fabulous! It sounds like something I&#8217;d write. I love how you have tapped into a visceral feeling of connection with sometime wild, in the context of being friends with them. It&#8217;s like it&#8217;s natural that we would feel such a connection. You captured that so neatly, so succiently. I will keep this poem to read again and again. Thank you for this gem. Robin</p>
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		<title>By: Jack Bastian</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/offerings/#comment-240</link>
		<dc:creator>Jack Bastian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 21:46:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Laurel, I really liked that.  Especially the last line.  Sometimes Jane sleeps cuddled in my left arm, and I can feel her love in the air.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Laurel, I really liked that.  Especially the last line.  Sometimes Jane sleeps cuddled in my left arm, and I can feel her love in the air.</p>
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