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		<title>A Tiny Glow</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:28:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Without the moon or stars to guide his sight, without a glint from shanties down below, he rested on the foggy hill that night, and begged the heavens for a tiny glow. Despair turned into dream&#8230; a little boat with fishermen inside in search of faith, a boat which, neither sinking nor afloat, now blindly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Warning to Dissidents</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:22:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, pretty soon now they’ll be at your door. They’ve orders and a warrant after all. It doesn’t matter. You’ll be on the floor, your wife and children having watched you fall. Just then you’ll notice fallen scraps and crumbs, the beauty of your startled wife’s pale feet, the Celtic Crosses on your daughter’s thumbs, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>After the Old Masters</title>
		<link>http://leoyankevich.com/archives/144</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 16:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The father looks up to the sky or ceiling (beyond the grey scale of the photograph) with his son wrapped inside his cradling arms. An orderly obscures the boy’s midsection, with silence says he is beyond all healing. Outside the frame in colour copter strafe restokes the ire of Taliban gendarmes who soothe the mother [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cracow at Dawn</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:43:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Crossing Geneva Marsh</title>
		<link>http://leoyankevich.com/archives/325</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2011 21:34:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mist lingers on the surface of stagnant tea-brown water. The flat bridge spans a mile, a sea of spatterdocks. Tangled stalks of cattails and swamp grass reach up towards the underside of the deck, the chalcedony of cloud. My father&#8217;s at the wheel of his coffin Cadillac, following a wayward crow into the depths of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Crow</title>
		<link>http://leoyankevich.com/archives/173</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:35:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Crow, the doves descending on the square have sullied your name, cooed gossip to wealthy tourists, their gullets stuffed with handouts, while you soar over the oaks with dreaming clouds, with the glare and glimmer of the distant but holy sun in your misunderstood eyes, your paeans one with the wind. Yet it was you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Despair</title>
		<link>http://leoyankevich.com/archives/20</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:49:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Alone in the dark, the blood of blackberries dripping down his shins, the morning star looking back in the mirror through which he gazes, moon-eyed and at odds with himself, he presses his palms, but the nightmare doesn’t stop. The sky turns and nothing this moment matters. Not even the cold thorns of the blind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Don Quixote</title>
		<link>http://leoyankevich.com/archives/34</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 05:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Suddenly, I am astride a donkey with Sancho Panza. As usual, my head is in the clouds. And I am stubborn, stupid as always. Please forgive my making so much noise when I send dreams to tap against your window-pane. I&#8217;ve come prepared this time. When you say that you never loved me, I kiss [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ezra Pound Enters the Tent</title>
		<link>http://leoyankevich.com/archives/27</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:34:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No, this is not a station in the metro, this is an open cage outside of Pisa. Ezra Pound now sits inside of it, his beard a burning bush of grief made new. Gazing at the moon, and looking retro, the better craftsman grins to bars, and sees a night of stars implode, his touched [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Grey Oak</title>
		<link>http://leoyankevich.com/archives/29</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 20:46:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #808080;">2007</span>

<span style="color: #808080;">first published in The Chimaera, Autumn</span>]]></description>
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