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	<description>Calm white male meets wild blue yonder. Poetry ensues.</description>
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		<title>Psalm 61:1-4</title>
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mota castle tower from Crestock Stock Photos



1 Hear my cry, O God;
Attend to my prayer.
2 From the end of the earth I will cry to You,
When my heart is overwhelmed;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
3 For You have been a shelter for me,
A strong tower from the enemy.
4 I will abide [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Yondercast on UStream 004 &#8211; About &#8220;About&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been playing around with a live video website called ustream.tv. Here is the latest video I recorded there. Thanks to viewer PepperRadio for inspiring this episode by asking me to pronounce the word &#8220;about.&#8221;   Three more videos available at http://www.ustream.tv/channel/yondercast

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		<title>The Other Shoe</title>
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running shoes from Creative Images



That poor kid. I wonder what he&#8217;s thinking right now!
Ever heard the phrase &#8220;waiting for the other shoe to drop?&#8221; Well, there&#8217;s a kid in my subdivision who is waiting for the other shoe to drop. Literally. It&#8217;s actually kinda funny. Here&#8217;s what happened:
My bedroom is on the third floor of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://yonderman.com/the-other-shoe/</link>
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		<title>Snack Man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The man who just refilled
the snack machines
at the bus terminal
is now standing at the
wide-open back doors of his van.
He is carefully cutting and flattening
his emptied cardboard boxes.
He is working neither slowly, nor quickly;
he is working at his happiest pace,
at the speed of pressed khakis and blue work-shirt.
Finally, he loads his dolly into the van,
shuts the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Yondercast 032 &#8211; Poetry is Dangerous!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yondercast/~3/idLHqAlWiMw/yondercast032.mp3

Warning to New Listeners:
Some of you don&#8217;t like to be touched, even by a drop of rain.
Poems, stories and songs are a way of touching and being touched.
Therefore, some of you might want to leave. Nobody will laugh at you if you do.
Poems:

Outside, Inside by Daniele Rossi
For Better or For Worth by Phatty Matty
Night Shift [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://yonderman.com/yondercast-032-poetry-is-dangerous/</link>
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		<title>that Dark</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t read a ton of poetry. I&#8217;ve got a nice-looking volume of selected Emily Dickinson poems, just sitting there. I thought I should start opening it up occasionally . . . and today I found a thought-provoking poem:
The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go -
The crocus &#8211; till she rises -
The vassal [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://yonderman.com/that-dark/</link>
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		<title>We&#8217;ve Got a History</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here is some wonderful new strangeness! Three notes about this poem:

The second stanza was composed to the drone of a floor-cleaning machine.
This poem is the polar opposite to the sentiment of my Picnic Weather poem! Thank goodness!
Since this  poem has stanzas written for a female voice, I can&#8217;t read it on Yondercast all by [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://yonderman.com/weve-got-a-history/</link>
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		<title>Night Shift</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You want to know
why I do
that strange thing
I do?
Here&#8217;s why:
Walking home from work
late one night last fall,
Passing under the highway
named for the queen,
Using the temporary sidewalk
hastily thrown together for me,
Seeing construction workers
scurrying under harsh work lights,
I somehow recognized
the Joy of hard hats and work boots.
How could I possibly recognize
that?
I&#8217;ve never constructed a highway in my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://yonderman.com/night-shift/</link>
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		<title>Yondercast 031 &#8211; Check Your Messages</title>
		<description><![CDATA[http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yondercast/~3/laYdk48MQTQ/yondercast031.mp3
This episode contains a poem about love and hope, a poem about running and freedom, a poem about rainy weather and relationships and a poem about nighttime birdsong and insomnia.
Poems

The first poem is &#8220;Beautiful Ocean&#8221; by Phatty Matty.


The second poem is &#8220;Running Free&#8221; by anonymous.


The third poem is &#8220;Picnic Weather&#8221; by myself.


The fourth poem is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://yonderman.com/yondercast-031-check-your-messages/</link>
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		<title>Picnic Weather</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Rainy day,
and here you stand,
picnic basket in your hand!
I&#8217;ll never get used to you
and your changing weather;
sometimes you&#8217;re too chilly for me,
but more often you are too warm, too humid,
too close for comfort.
Not that you are unusual;
I recognize that I&#8217;m the eccentric one,
the one who strangely embraces stasis.
(Some say my stasis is mere stagnation.)
Let me [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://yonderman.com/current-weather/</link>
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