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		<title>The Last Page</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 05:03:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the last page but it&#8217;s not the end. The other pages, the ones I left behind, are filled with empty spaces, long, white stretches of them. Some I envision as squares, while others I deem to be circles, and someday when I find the courage and the imagination, I intend to return to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Service at Sundown</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:56:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He was the very definition of a varmint: a small troublesome animal. His eyes were like two dollops of thick, black tar and he had a habit of licking his lips with every pause, and he paused a lot. It took him darn near half a minute just to say hello. I stopped him mid [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To All the Girls Who Cut My Hair</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:25:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This one talks about her craft, tells me she’s an artist and how every head is a canvas. She takes her time. She looks things over. She only speaks between the snips. She places her palm on my head, tilts me to the left then back to the right. She gathers my hair in small, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 21:27:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The waitress says hello. The diners don&#8217;t reply. They&#8217;re buried in their menus and picking out their sides. Baked beans, carrots, cottage cheese. They think about the yams. The waitress asks how she can help, and one man lifts an eye, Then quickly drops it back again to find out what&#8217;s inside. Onions, peppers, grade-A [...]]]></description>
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		<title>So?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 15:33:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;This fish tastes fishy.&#8221; she says. I chew my food. &#8220;Did you hear me?&#8221; she says. I nod my head. &#8220;Taste it.&#8221; she says. &#8220;I&#8217;d rather not.&#8221; I say. So the fish tastes fishy, The beef tastes beefy, The fruit tastes fruity, And the drinks are cold and wet. I don&#8217;t see the problem.]]></description>
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		<title>An Assessment of My Father on a Summer Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 10:39:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not a good mechanic, no, not unless you think hoisting a lawn mower engine above your head with sunburned arms and flinging it downward into the weeds is proper routine maintenance.]]></description>
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		<title>Near the Edge</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 10:19:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You are white cotton wrapped around a barrel. As you stroll down Broadway on your tree trunk legs, I’m near the edge of running to match your forceful stride. You are arms and hands hewn from planks of wood. As you lift me upward to place me on the counter, I’m near the edge of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Somethin&#8217;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:42:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Larry, you jerk. Dying in your thirties. That’s so like you. You always knew how to push my buttons. Did you bother to think? Did it ever occur to you that you can’t come back from a fatal heart attack? Of course not. You had to play your joke. Now I’ve got no one to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Dinner with Grandma</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 07:50:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She said deesh for dish and feesh for fish and I secretly longed to be served fish on a dish just to hear her say it but I never got my weesh.]]></description>
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		<title>I Thought You Ought to Know</title>
		<link>http://kenandpaper.com/2009/i-thought-you-ought-to-know/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 06:49:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken Robert</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I always eyed the kitchen door on Sundays after church, waiting for your head to appear behind the plastic window pane or against the screen in summer, a little bit of Christmas once a week for me it seemed. I thought you ought to know. Perhaps you did know, but I failed to tell you [...]]]></description>
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