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      <title>Elite Skills Writing Club: ruejacobs</title>
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      <description>The writings and poetry of ruejacobs.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:51:17 -0600</pubDate>
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 		<title>Terrible Ida 5-22-01</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5268</link>
         	<description>this was written during my post traumatic period. i was a basket case. i wrote it for my daughter, the Care-Bear, who was ten, then. it&#039;s about how i&#039;ve always identified her with the heroine of a Maurice Sendek book called Outside Over There. except in my version, my little Ida weaves protective charms from words, not music. </description>
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 		<title>Slow Burn c. by ruejacobs 12/1/07 8:50 pm</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/153827</link>
         	<description>cordite.</description>
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 		<title>russia</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/5496</link>
         	<description>this is just a game from the forum. dunno what it means.</description>
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 		<title>False Face Society, Navidad</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/13227</link>
         	<description>i wrote it Dec. 14, 2002. it&#039;s about that stranger you can see surface once in a long while in your loved one&#039;s eyes. </description>
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 		<title>multiverse</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/2775</link>
         	<description>the following poem, like most of my poems, sprang fully formed from my pen. dunno what i meant by it, but i&#039;ll define the symbols, anyway, cause they&#039;re kinda esoteric. the definitions will appear (probley Monday, the eighth of March, because the library&#039;s closing too soon for me to post it today) in my journal. because i write so much, the journal&#039;s where the symbols will be defined for every one of my poems. (they are usually at least two hundred words in length, and not for the faint hearted. the imagery taken from various world myths can get mighty grusome; think Stephen King on meth, lsd, and he hasn&#039;t had his fix for days. that&#039;s religion for you, though, something to scare the pants off of any rational soul!)  </description>
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 		<title>Beatrice at the Shrine of Lot&#039;s Wife</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/153466</link>
         	<description>just another poem</description>
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 		<title>Pulse 7-27-00</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/2451</link>
         	<description>wrote this for my father, James William Wine the third, who i was told abandoned me at birth due to his heroin addiction. </description>
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 		<title>Portia Wounds her thigh</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/2454</link>
         	<description>this is the second poem in the Portia series. it was written Sept. 16, 2003. the poem is from the point of view of Portia, a Roman woman who, to demonstrate that she was as capable as a man to keep confidentialities (like the assasination of Ceasar), stabbed herself in the thigh all the while smiling sweetly.</description>
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 		<title>Indian Giver (for Danny) c. by ruejacobs 11/30/07 </title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/153794</link>
         	<description>eh, it&#039;s not as good as i&#039;d like it to be...</description>
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