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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Drop a stone     to mark the dayScattering gravel     on the way</description><title>TWITTERKU</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @blueheron)</generator><link>http://twitterku.com/</link><item><title>It is stark madness
 To feel claustrophobia
 In this universe.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It is stark madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; To feel claustrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; In this universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/16522490717</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/16522490717</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 10:20:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A Bird</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Unexplained&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the salt meadow&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lay the dead bird.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wind&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was fluttering its wings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— Sheila Wingfield&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/14949034768</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/14949034768</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 21:00:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>klindbeck:

bracken’s cool fire the bare trees burning
Aspen...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm9k5gKrlG1qbj1sio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://klindbeck.tumblr.com/post/13466477479/amber-birch" target="_blank"&gt;klindbeck&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;bracken’s cool fire &lt;br/&gt;the bare trees &lt;br/&gt;burning&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://500px.com/photo/763980" title="500px.com" target="_blank"&gt;Aspen Forest&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;a href="http://500px.com/chadgalloway" title="500px.com" target="_blank"&gt;Chad Galloway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://c8h10o2n4.themultiverse.net/post/13451191356/amber-birch" target="_blank"&gt;c8h10o2n4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/13514643243</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/13514643243</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 17:10:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Once I wondered why
Old folks walk so bent &amp; slow.
Now I really know.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Once I wondered why&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Old folks walk so bent &amp; slow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I really know.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/13254034717</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/13254034717</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 10:16:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Blackbird in the rain -
Are you wet under feathers?
Is your heart as dark?

— Image from...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Blackbird in the rain -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Are you wet under feathers?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Is your heart as dark?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;— Image from “1Q84”, Haruki Murakami&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/13046142609</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/13046142609</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 03:23:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>American Coot</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luxqtnEg1n1qz4j20o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;American Coot&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/13038640189</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/13038640189</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 20:29:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Morning wind &amp; rain -
One lone coot bobs in the waves
Where once were hundreds.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Morning wind &amp; rain -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One lone coot bobs in the waves&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Where once were hundreds.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/12962425325</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/12962425325</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 07:49:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>You are a house fly
On this November morning.
Memento mori.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You are a house fly&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On this November morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memento mori.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/12854886526</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/12854886526</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 22:29:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The wolves are silent.
In the depth of the forest
The moon is howling.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The wolves are silent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the depth of the forest&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The moon is howling.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/12549978567</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/12549978567</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 06:18:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Go tell the mountain,
“Just meditate without me.”
I’ll climb up later.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Go tell the mountain,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Just meditate without me.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ll climb up later.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/12514148394</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/12514148394</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 14:43:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Walking in deep woods,
Making love in pitch darkness
Escape right angles.
— After Poetbabble...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Walking in deep woods,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Making love in pitch darkness&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Escape right angles.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;— After Poetbabble &lt;a href="http://t.co/5CciiAFQ" target="_blank"&gt;http://t.co/5CciiAFQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/12488683894</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/12488683894</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 23:08:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Empty House</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The Realtor’s sign&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slapping up against its post&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the Autumn wind&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/12177735810</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/12177735810</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 19:35:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>klindbeck:

Office allergy her third sneeze goes unblessed
</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://klindbeck.tumblr.com/post/12093048771" target="_blank"&gt;klindbeck&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Office allergy &lt;br/&gt;her third sneeze &lt;br/&gt;goes unblessed&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/12177701335</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/12177701335</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 19:34:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Spurned the ham sandwich
But ate each yellow jacket
That swarmed about it.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Spurned the ham sandwich&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But ate each yellow jacket&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That swarmed about it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/8649443928</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/8649443928</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 17:08:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I asked my dog why
He’s enthusiastically
A dog and got licked.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I asked my dog why&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He’s enthusiastically&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A dog and got licked.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/8253861722</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/8253861722</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 10:40:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one,
But there is also a third thing, that makes it..."</title><description>“Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one,&lt;br/&gt;
But there is also a third thing, that makes it water&lt;br/&gt;
And nobody knows what that is.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;D. H. Lawrence - &lt;em&gt;The Third Thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/7163543322</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/7163543322</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 14:41:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Mocking bird above
Sings: “Repeat!” “Repeat!” “Repeat!”
 Or is...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mocking bird above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Repeat!” “Repeat!” “Repeat!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; Or is it “Replete!”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/7118219082</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/7118219082</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 08:58:36 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>klindbeck:

After dark the robin can’t stop singing in the rain
</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://klindbeck.tumblr.com/post/6452453831" target="_blank"&gt;klindbeck&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After dark &lt;br/&gt;the robin can’t stop singing &lt;br/&gt;in the rain&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/6454304432</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/6454304432</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 11:15:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Tanka poem from "Gaijin Diary"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://journalofanobody.tumblr.com/post/6141483672" target="_blank"&gt;journalofanobody&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The telephone wire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heavy with hungry sparrows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watching restlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as, in slippers and robe, I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepily fill their feeders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;—by the author of this blog.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For more, see &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/aki-no-niwa" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/aki-no-niwa" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/aki-no-niwa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/6150471338</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/6150471338</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 16:03:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>morningporch:

Coffee in my left hand, I weed the herb bed with my right, muttering at the clover:...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morningporch.com/post/5864490289" target="_blank"&gt;morningporch&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Coffee in my left hand, I weed the herb bed with my right, muttering at the clover: out with you, foul sweetener! as my fingers turn black.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://twitterku.com/post/5880229412</link><guid>http://twitterku.com/post/5880229412</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 19:45:58 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

