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	<title>Burning Shore Review &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>First Avenue Downtown San Diego &#8211; A Poem by Lucio Cooper</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 05:08:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[First Avenue Downtown San Diego
So I beat the pavement
for a while
dirty shoes keeping time
black teeth,
drowned in coffee,
feeding time from a weak mind,
drenched by the poison cloud
of downtown haze,
I head toward the ocean,
for a piece of salt breeze,
and hot black coffee.  

Lucio H. Cooper was born and raised in the Mission Beach area of San Diego, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Let&#8217;s Eat Out All the Time &#8211; A Poem By Nick Mitchell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 04:50:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Let’s eat out all the time
If you’d looked
At anyone
Else like that, they’d
Have taken you for a vile
Specimen
I guess I don’t
Know any
Better
Ha
Ha
It’s OK to laugh
When you’re
Not around,
Generally I mean
I’m going to
Change the
Way I look
At this
Shit
I’ve quit
Sleeping, foregone
Serenity,
Moved on from
Stoicism
Today, I
Became a
Fool
By
Trade
And there are a
Hundred wet-
Trousered drunks
Banging down our front door,
Asking
Am I hiring?

Nick Mitchell is 34-years old [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Poems by Emily Somerset</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2010/02/two-poems-by-emily-somerset/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 03:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Pirate
Your father burnt you in ways
That make the nights long and wrecked
In a way that my tongue
Free of blasphemy and coarseness cannot soothe
Your father told lies with his hands
Now you walk without delicateness or trepidation
Look at you plundering the seas, sea plunderer!
Taking what you can, sea plunderer! Pirate!
I say to you, you are not God
But [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Inspiration &#8211; A Poem by Ryan Ritchie</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2010/02/inspiration-a-poem-by-ryan-ritchie/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 03:16:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Inspiration
found at the bottom of a can of beer
or in the midst of the final
exhale of pot smoke
a good book
a bad book
a song that makes sad people happy
scrubbing dishes for six dollars an hour
daydreams of places better than any on earth
a quiet villa where neighbors are neither
heard nor scene
the crash-boom of wannabe waves hitting the
Long [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Poems by Lee Lincecum</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2010/01/two-poems-by-lee-lincecum/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 20:31:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[drive by lover 
the soft gasp of your surrender is deafening
in the fast lane i steal your breath
because i need fuel to rev up my idle heart
my tongue aches to dance inside your womb
your skin throws unbearable light onto all four walls of this room
(and isn&#8217;t it so much warmer here than in Connecticut?)
be my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Poem by Graham Allison</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2009/12/a-poem-by-graham-allison/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 06:21:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Dreamers
I dreamed delectable dreams of her.
She dreamed of dead animals littering the floor
and her being forced to walk over them. 


GRAHAM ALLISON is a Brit, who currently live in Wales. He spent last yeartraveling round the world after resigning his job. Before that worked in politics, writing briefings and speeches etc.  Earlier he worked as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Poems by Aedan Cagney</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2009/12/two-poems-by-aedan-cagney/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 04:39:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Cleveland
I just walk a landscape
littered with lost souls-
Fatherless black girls
strut their bulging asses
along ghetto curbs,
An assembly of street dealers
Thieves and pimp entrepreneurs
The sun never shows its face
Seroquel
I feel the heat of the sun,
Hear birds chirping.
Too stoned to walk,
But I understand all&#8230;
A broken down machine,
With the mind of God


AEDAN CAGNEY is the pen name of a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Poem by Aleathia Drehmer</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2009/11/a-poem-by-aleathia-drehmer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 04:22:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Year One
You dragged the mattress into the living room, citing
how insomnia has crept into every Sunday
of your life and how white noise somehow
soothes the beasts in your head
to rest, just enough to sleep.
At first I felt internally resistant, struggling
with lights flashing in pixilated repetition
around the dark room, each sound
from the television a knife
running along [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sappho Dancing &#8211; Rob Woodard</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2009/10/sappho-dancing-rob-woodard/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 04:14:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sappho Dancing*
Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirring me-
sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in,
who time will now call Melissa
*
Sweet mother I cannot work the loom
I am broken with longing for a boy by slender Aphrodite
And she has chosen cruelly this time:
his stomach is hard
but his head is soft
Still I long for him to place [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Poem from Damion Hamilton</title>
		<link>http://review.burningshorepress.com/2009/10/a-poem-from-damion-hamilton/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:46:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Bi Polar
I drink and I drug because of this
And there is nothing
Unique honorable or special
About it
It’s just there
At times it’s a muffled frustration, which
Begs to be set loose
At other times u are the best thing that
Ever happened to the world
A lot of people in my family have this
Affliction
It’s nothing to be proud or ashamed of
It’s [...]]]></description>
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