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	<title>As the Moon Climbs</title>
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	<description>Writing by Valerie Valdes</description>
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		<title>Looking Down</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A gray language stretches across the landscape, straight lines and whorls maintained by metal cages that crawl and race and rest now and then to free their prisoners for a time. New graphemes are added almost daily between existing characters, a semiotic evolution straining the bounds of understanding. Some parts are lit at night, some [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/looking-down/</link>
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		<title>Excuses, excuses: how to stay a bad writer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been critiquing creative writing in various forms for a pretty long time. I don&#8217;t say that to establish my credentials, but to explain that I have been around the proverbial block like a bus driver. I know the potholes, the cracked curbs, the overgrown lawns and the omnipresent graffiti. I see the same people [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/on-writing/excuses-excuses-how-to-stay-a-bad-writer/</link>
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		<title>Bootstraps Are Expensive</title>
		<description><![CDATA[for Simon He sat in his dead car and drank one beer after another like a chain-smoker going through a pack. Headlights became taillights, the moon averted its eye from the highway to give him some privacy. He needed to get home to his kids, his wife, her blue eyes, her head bare and smooth, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/bootstraps-are-expensive/</link>
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		<title>Featured on The Semaphore Anthology</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My poem &#8220;Memory Is Defined by What We Forget&#8221; has been added to The Semaphore Anthology, a compilation of some really nice poems curated by Samuel Peralta, a.k.a. the (in)famous Semaphore. Check it out, if you didn&#8217;t read it back when I wrote it. If you&#8217;ve already read it, do it again; it&#8217;s better than you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/news/featured-on-the-semaphore-anthology/</link>
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		<title>Bridge</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the sepia picture she wears a bathing suit, sits on a metal railing, posed like a model. She smiles with her mouth closed, her hair half-pinned and half breeze-blown curls, legs long and lean. She presses her face against my grandfather&#8217;s hair, and he bares his teeth, arm around her shoulder. They are thin [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/bridge/</link>
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		<title>Miami Winter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[white begonia petals fall like snowflakes onto green grass]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/miami-winter/</link>
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		<title>Short poems</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Baby grabs object Stares at it intently, then Stuffs it in his mouth * * * * * I Do red rose blooms between gray lapel and white gown]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/short-poems/</link>
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		<title>Lifelike</title>
		<description><![CDATA[During a bad tantrum, she shouts and tears her clothes off, so we send her to her room until she can behave. We hear her begin to chat with dolls, a bride and groom in costumes hand-stitched in Cuba fifty years ago. Their dark glass eyes reflect her flickering smile, coy as their painted mouths. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/lifelike/</link>
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		<title>The Tide Goes Out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And the pulverized bones of the world bake in the sun, giving rise to beaches furrowed by bare feet. Cemetery of seashells. Crematorium of kelp. Gulls circle the sky and protest. Children build forts and castles, bury each other in sun-warmed sand that cools as it deepens into darkness. Only upturned faces could burn, then. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/the-tide-goes-out/</link>
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		<title>Haiku</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Rusty wire fence Between long sawgrass, two white moths Dance a shy volta Elegant ibis Skims the tops of idle cars Red light turns green: go Unable to sleep She finds his hand in the dark Sing the sun&#8217;s slow blink]]></description>
		<link>http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/poetry/haiku/</link>
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