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		<title>what i&#8217;m writing&#8230;2010</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 05:10:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When Effie saw Cosby Puckett out of the corner of her sight she saw a woman with a want. Not some innocent school girl who sat studying a bunch of books on her momma’s porch. Letting on, like she always did, that she was too shy to smile at a man and too innocent to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i had this dream&#8230;about nick clooney</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:09:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Someone died and I was sitting on a set of concrete steps that belonged to a neighbour thinking &#8220;I&#8217;ve been ostracized and I don&#8217;t even care.&#8221; My head hurt from the weight of itself and when I tried to turn it, to unstick the glue that made it stuck, I saw the neighbour whose steps [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the sons of man</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 17:16:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Henry sits down and looks out the window and tries to think, for just a moment, about what he doesn&#8217;t want to think about. About the thing he knows is there, but can&#8217;t quite work out. &#8220;Down the drain. Down the stairs. Out the door. Hit the floor!&#8221; It&#8217;s like counting sheep for the&#8230; &#8220;Wide [...]]]></description>
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		<title>keep it simple.  stupid.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 23:41:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today&#8217;s Writing &#8220;Sheep is the gentlest things. And they can walk a fence better than any goat.&#8221; (photo via sharon montrose prints) &#8220;It is much better to write small things than big ones: they are unpretentious and successful.&#8221; &#8211; Chekhov Anton tells me to keep it simple. And I feel stupid every time I read [...]]]></description>
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		<title>whenever possible, avoid the trite.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 23:16:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today&#8217;s Writing The only thing people noticed that summer was the beauty of the creature. The way she held her head when she spoke. Or parted her lips when she smiled. The way her eyes seemed to shine with see-through innocence, and the soft purr her voice made when she laughed. She was everything a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a wistful woman</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 21:19:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[His wife sat next to him on the porch. Out of the corner of her sight she watched him breathe like a man in the middle of a heavy labour. She&#8217;d see him stand up and look down the road and say &#8216;Alright boys, time to go.&#8217; every time he heard an engine, or what [...]]]></description>
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		<title>what i&#8217;m writing&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/2009/06/17/what-im-writing-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;You haven&#8217;t lived until you&#8217;ve been to a Piggly Wiggly. And that&#8217;s all I have to say about that!&#8221; &#8212;&#8212;- On the night Cosby Puckett was murdered most of the town – and all of the Bean Boarding House &#8211; were bunched up in a brush arbor down by the river waiting for Brother Ernst [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the tree</title>
		<link>http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/2009/05/20/the-tree/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 03:31:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night I had a dream about a man. He told me about his life. How he was born in his momma’s bed, and raised in the cornfields. His daddy was a farmer. From way back. “One day daddy’s gonna die in that corn.” He looked at me and winked. “But not until I die [...]]]></description>
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		<title>what i&#8217;m writing.  30 april 09.</title>
		<link>http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/2009/04/30/what-im-writing-30-april-09/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 18:51:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[His eyes, grey and wet like the belly of a fish, rolled back and forth in their place with every other breath he took. Once in a while he&#8217;d shake his head and let out a &#8216;wheeeeww&#8217;. A long kind of exhausted sigh that seemed to say this is the awfullest sort of work I&#8217;ve [...]]]></description>
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		<title>what i&#8217;m writing&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/2009/04/20/what-im-writing-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 04:29:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ezra believed in God. He just didn&#8217;t believe in Brother Eugene Ledbedder. And it was Preacher Ledbedder who showed up every single Sunday morning to stomp and sweat around an old wood pulpit. Who threw open-palmed hands up into the air and pointed fingers at his congregation whenever he said words like eternal and damnation [...]]]></description>
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