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    <description><![CDATA[things i like -
art - design - music - photography - robbin - well made furniture - cereal - asparagus - <a href="http://stardust.tv/" target="_blank">stardust.tv</a>

things i dislike -
liars - cold feet - stale cereal - smores - monday mornings - sprouts - capital letters

what i do -
<a href="http://moddpodd.com/" target="_blank">moddpodd.com</a>

music i write -
<a href="http://www.virb.com/foimusic" target="_blank">fields of iowa ambient compositions</a>
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      <title>the lily</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/176224</link>
      <description><![CDATA[long white pods bruised pink
with a smidgen of green,
on a taut pasty skin.
they tell me of that silent process
in the body's dark enclosure
when a shape finds certainty, 
and the eyes are unimpeded by the presence of light.

in the kitchen's warmth a bud splits,
like a small bird's beak.
beyond a heavy crimson reminiscence, I glimpse at
possibilities of a soft inculpable night.

is it a memory this excited flower
is trying to trap? -

if so - it must be a welcome memory at best.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 14:18:23 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>tonight, we dance</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/169584</link>
      <description><![CDATA[tonight we will drum the rhythm with our feet
each note lowering & rising 
we dance until we can no longer discern
she from he and he from she
the music slows
the world disappears

then I hold her
like the sky holds the clouds
gently, as to not let the other fall

we are one
if only for a moment...


we are one
]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 12:59:30 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>the maidens sway</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/148623</link>
      <description><![CDATA[long brunette hair draped to
her supple s-curve
down to white, fresh, 
cotton caressed; 
round to a back-twice dimpled.
all this generates
a lifetime of dreams
in the early-morning light.
the maidens sway
has brought to me
a desire to be loved
that had not been there before.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 17:15:45 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>alternative word for "i."</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/136294</link>
      <description><![CDATA[i took last night off from my dreams, to lie awake, ciphering the number of words it would take to undo old poems about the "i" that never existed. i could, for example, offset them with truths about "you" -- the form absence assumes everywhere. the delay in every task. the vagueness, the hesitation. "you" have never been in reality, a stranger, but a mere alternative word for "i."]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 09:40:35 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>our day</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/119009</link>
      <description><![CDATA[the sun will rise slowly over an array of houses, 
spreading itself thin over shingled roofs. 
a couple will embrace each other, 
after spooning the entire night. 
today, the sun will be warmer. 
it's color will fall on my face, and 
i will smile into it. 
we will embrace each other, 
and unfold our tangled bodies 
from a night of (near) stillness. 
i will admire the color of your hair. 
i feel warmth as sunlight falls on my face. 
my eyes are open, and your smell 
wraps around my skin. 
it is a candied redolence, 
and i must kiss you now, 
before this urge takes over me.

today is a wonderful day, 
amplified by your waking heart.
when you open your eyes, 
i will tell you that i love you, 
because today,
is our day. ]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 11:18:53 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>and i think</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[we kiss in the doorway of the kitchen,
as she tells me,

maybe i should not live in smyrna anymore.

i pause and think, are we ready?

well, i am learning to tolerate,
and in some ways appreciate,
stupidly meaningless tv shows.

and i think,
maybe we can do this.

the only thing i would ask of her, 
please work on your game of uno.
it is not fun for me when it is so easy.

i even had to stay up an extra hour, so i would not 
wake her with my laughter from her earlier defeat.

but when i did lay down, her hand fused to my chest
as we lay on our sides,
dreaming of weird postings from craigslist.

and i think,
maybe we can do this.

when i got up this morning,
i rolled over onto her pillow,
because i knew it would smell like her.

and i think,
i know we can do this.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 10:37:52 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>seventeen years after my death</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/103623</link>
      <description><![CDATA[beyond the horizon where the fenceline disappears, 
willows weep in darkness for his passing.
a young boy, waiting around his father,
suddenly extends his arms to be picked up,
and that is how the sky comes closer, bringing with it
a cloud that started waning miles ago,
above the field where the willow moans, like a river drowning
from its bank, the clouds shifts as his father lay dead.

and though the otherwise cloudless sky has been broken,
and the young boy is tempted to believe in it, he still ask,is it so?

he then hears his mother shout to him in laughter, and this, maybe this,
is her way of saying, 

if you are asked my son, how you are touched seventeen years after my death. 

you can reply "so much so".]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 11:09:29 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>my brother</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/103597</link>
      <description><![CDATA[he would beat the familiarity and youth out of me as a child;
his bony hands twitching like tree branches in fall,
walking with his dark spectre-cloud trailing behind or over his mumbling head.
in some ways he walked like everyone else.
i know am my brother's keeper, but i have to keep him away.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:31:03 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>the drowning boy</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/95647</link>
      <description><![CDATA[i try to remember myself as the drowning boy.
warm water greedily pulling me in.
sterling crouched at the edge of the tub with a smile,
as i bobbed up, water sloshing under my chin.
i sank again into white porcelain depths.
face covered by rows of bubbles,
his big hands closing over my head.
heart struggling wildly inside me,
small as a fist, starved for air.
i try to remember myself as the drowning boy.
head breaking surface, i gasped just enough to shriek my voice, 
she rushed in quickly and pulled me up, 
holding me, fragile, but firm.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 10:33:41 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>childhood is never about dreaming</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/83964</link>
      <description><![CDATA[the past is the intransigent shadow you stand upon - 
the last ray of sun slanting in west of autumn, 
west of each memory rewritten, condensed to a few lines on loss, 
originating from a silence beyond where schoolchildren, 
clamorous as a catastrophe of bells, 
announce the unquestioning delight of themselves. 

childhood is never about dreaming; dreaming is everything that follows, 
how a body's soft delineations stroked by an ever-retreating source of light,
become slippery and smooth as colorless beads of water 
skating the tightrope-taut nerve of your inwardly opening eye -
and how what follows conspires to fall away the moment the sky opens 
the fist of its gaze and voices of children and rain, come to sing the silent 
measure of your monotonous stride - 
this frail music heard only in passing, 
like the whispered phrases of someone not in love with you but 
with their own beautiful, isolate pursuit.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 09:50:46 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>the stars draw closer</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/77350</link>
      <description><![CDATA[at night, when I grieve the most 
the stars draw closer, 
as if to tell me that loss 
needs warmth from the inside-out.
i sit and wait for those low clouds to mourn,
while spring begins to slip into slumber. 
then warm dreams magnify the instant
when I was born.
if i am patient, the robbin's
feathers will turn a lustrous blue,
and my memory, so darkly laden, will surely
mark it's own demise, and a certain
delight will be shaken out of
my body like a thousand splendid suns.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 09:38:37 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>the very space between</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/61064</link>
      <description><![CDATA[today
we bridge the distance 
between us

the air dances
in agreement

it paints itself with hues of brilliant orange
and I am encouraged
by its approval

i open my pages
where I've hidden your radiance
and I am invaded
by an intoxicating awareness
of what was once you,
and what was once
you and me.

and you become the gentle tone
of an auspicious heartbeat - 
in awe,
I become that silence
entangled within your pulse
in an abiding embrace-

and I am with you always:

you
this alluring echo-
and me
the very space between
each beat of your heart.

i love you. 

me.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 11:20:40 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>until we dance again.</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/59181</link>
      <description><![CDATA[we began to move to the rhythm with our hips
each note lowering, rising & vibrating
and we danced until we could no longer discern
she from he and he from she
the music slowed
the world disappeared

and then i held her
like the sky holds the clouds
gently, as to not let the other fall
we were one
if only for one moment
we were one

then like the fall leaves
in time with natures whisper
we delicately let go
and i could breathe again.

until we dance again. ;-)]]></description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 11:26:22 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>gentle bedroom lights</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/53268</link>
      <description><![CDATA[your luminous

silhouette

draws the night

into relief,

its soft glow

reflecting

the gentle

bedroom lights

that kiss

your skin

in a shimmering

suggestion of

what lies

inside

a beautiful woman.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 09:46:22 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>an old picture story</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/50249</link>
      <description><![CDATA[faint wisps,so gentle
stored away in
the deep recesses
of my heart.

waiting to be
unleashed,refreshed
with warmth and
nostalgia.

it feels like an old picture story,
one scene follows the other.

of words and images
of a vast glorious landscape
captured in its finest
moments..

by my mind....

my mind,
so intricate,
subtle,
and versatile.

yet so treacherous.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 09:40:12 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>a shared silence</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/41125</link>
      <description><![CDATA[entrancing in distance,
her warm voice cuddles in my ear,
tucked beneath an old quilt,
a swelling anticipation.

we talk in whispers past twilight.
'till on heightened breath,
we realize after tomorrow
we no longer have to wait.

secret fantasies
unlock and unwind,
under sheet and whispered modesty.
and where once
two souls played in the night,
a harmony rest deep inside.

tomorrow, again together,
then silence. shared silence.
followed by a smile.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 09:21:10 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>am i standing alone?</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/36723</link>
      <description><![CDATA[tonight,
we pierced those laughs
with warm throbs of worry
looking for something,
anything 
to say.

a wild belly hungry for words,
yet when the phone lights up, 
they float out 
to the night sky.

am i standing alone?]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 00:44:08 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>bright purple pants</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/32048</link>
      <description><![CDATA[i thought of our night and the enticing glance of a beautiful girl dressed in bright purple pants. so free and alive. i remember my senses ajar from the fragrant scent of her doorstep, while my breath whispered, and our dreams took refuge in the glistening-skin of a shattering, shimmering, unwanted dawn.

 "you really are wonderful."]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 12:13:11 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>my dreams</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/27805</link>
      <description><![CDATA[my dreams

vivid 
recollections 

yet fleeting glimpses 

faint wisps of 
memories 

sharp and awakening 

gentle and numbing 

precious and revealing 

the inner me 

now accesible 

and non-elusive 

my dreams 

we now share together]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 12:26:15 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>did the wall really come down?</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/22859</link>
      <description><![CDATA[woke up at 5 in the morning
a sad dream still in my eyes

people laughing
colors changing
faces dissolving
music fading

eyes averted, eye brows
raised and whispers waning.

us and them replace you and me.
small words become bigger walls as
meanings multiply. are the walls
really coming down?

yes, because when this april night darkens
around the light of my new decree,
i shall point towards the colors of twilight,
so much happier than the night before.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 15:38:48 -0700</pubDate>
      <guid>http://virb.com/fieldsofiowa/posts/text/22859</guid>
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