<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884898</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:37:27.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Winter Palace</title><subtitle type='html'>{poems}</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://softerwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20884898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softerwhite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael Carr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237894788850189087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884898.post-7281559001073615998</id><published>2011-04-04T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:27:55.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Until</title><content type='html'>Omit the scrubbed down reflection,&lt;br /&gt;static battleground image approached from&lt;br /&gt;over a woman’s own chimera event position,&lt;br /&gt;as sirens get lowered into a crawlspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with fifty plus good options for resurrection in&lt;br /&gt;an attaché environment. Vented air turns off&lt;br /&gt;after some coffee, hearing the phone vibrate&lt;br /&gt;muffled toward new princes, footed piously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within a diaristic range of assailant nothing&lt;br /&gt;might persist longer than. Ice-faced forgetfulness,&lt;br /&gt;stripped opinions flooring some varnished&lt;br /&gt;means of courage from off the set, tight leggings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cardinal sweater, it helps to pose in the&lt;br /&gt;foyer or move around conversing. From confidante&lt;br /&gt;to invisible auditor, chased down, held up,&lt;br /&gt;the work is simple, a sense of coming from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untrue nativity to thoroughness without&lt;br /&gt;your  stone commander, by halves talkative&lt;br /&gt;and remote, like a misinformed nobility,&lt;br /&gt;a replacement sailor farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20884898-7281559001073615998?l=softerwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20884898/posts/default/7281559001073615998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20884898/posts/default/7281559001073615998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softerwhite.blogspot.com/index.html#7281559001073615998' title='Until'/><author><name>Michael Carr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237894788850189087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884898.post-5853075496159869923</id><published>2010-08-11T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:05:22.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lantern</title><content type='html'>Some of the operatives are under speed&lt;br /&gt;getting reassigned overnight&lt;br /&gt;while lying on the banks, having fits&lt;br /&gt;if the silhouette is at all possible. It’s&lt;br /&gt;as good as motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;like a cosmetic, that could come off at any moment&lt;br /&gt;until the exchequer is at an end.&lt;br /&gt;Of course they had taken their time, they breakfasted&lt;br /&gt;but would inevitably be chasing you around&lt;br /&gt;the trick is not to imagine&lt;br /&gt;it’s very clear, whatever the world gives costs you double&lt;br /&gt;going between appointments&lt;br /&gt;in the deserted regions of the city&lt;br /&gt;it is strange being left alone with a half-conscious mistress&lt;br /&gt;my maids are all under suspicion, I am a receiver&lt;br /&gt;of stolen articles. It gets close to 9:30, nearly time for work&lt;br /&gt;I leave my apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strategy is a clear, fresh one&lt;br /&gt;whether coming back to life next week&lt;br /&gt;or in the blindness of night&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how pleasing it is being the one you summon&lt;br /&gt;in desert situations&lt;br /&gt;an easy thing to be, you’ll watch the camera feed&lt;br /&gt;walking off in two or three directions. When I stop&lt;br /&gt;following the good ones I won’t think&lt;br /&gt;of them that way, even under multiple foreign legion conditions&lt;br /&gt;when there is hope yet you’ll despair&lt;br /&gt;when all is lost I’ll take heart&lt;br /&gt;planning on the interim in some other colony&lt;br /&gt;there’s too much lipstick in the tourist&lt;br /&gt;traps. They added air conditioning and updated&lt;br /&gt;curtains (to hide behind)&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake late&lt;br /&gt;from habit, staring at lines in my&lt;br /&gt;mind and carving out the diagram&lt;br /&gt;from mother of pearl. I pick out a few&lt;br /&gt;new habits such as meeting interesting individuals,&lt;br /&gt;going out, staying in, commit them&lt;br /&gt;to memory along with what books I’m supposed to buy&lt;br /&gt;nothing that seems all that unusual, ready for the inheritance but&lt;br /&gt;very often probably not. There’s a trace of en route&lt;br /&gt;oblivion past the border patrol&lt;br /&gt;negotiating a few exits, don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be afraid to turn your back&lt;br /&gt;resetting your means entirely at the first&lt;br /&gt;premonition, after it’s by the wayside enough&lt;br /&gt;to find it moving, embarrassing, almost trite. A model slouch&lt;br /&gt;at the bar sipping Canada Dry club soda&lt;br /&gt;the plastic you gives nothing away&lt;br /&gt;when the time comes to receive rumors, make the&lt;br /&gt;right assumptions. Innumerable insignia&lt;br /&gt;have been hung in consent&lt;br /&gt;for the dedication, and believe it when you&lt;br /&gt;offer yourself just a few times, as&lt;br /&gt;over a municipal holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20884898-5853075496159869923?l=softerwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20884898/posts/default/5853075496159869923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20884898/posts/default/5853075496159869923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://softerwhite.blogspot.com/index.html#5853075496159869923' title='The Lantern'/><author><name>Michael Carr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18237894788850189087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
