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		<title>Don&#8217;t Cross My Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 10:14:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the first in a series of poems I wrote about my mother's illness and death from colon cancer. I wrote this poem about a month following her diagnosis. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/238">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>When Time Stops</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 10:09:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In this poem, I attempt to make sense of time, fate, and destiny. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/235">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Staples of Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 10:01:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wrote this poem just before leaving to go home for the weekend to see my mother who had suddenly taken a turn for the worse; however, I did not realize this was the last time I would see her. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/231">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Preparing for Experience</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 09:56:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This poem was printed in the bulletin for "Make of Yourselves a Light," a collaborative concert of well known performing artists my father organized in 2005 at The Boston Conservatory to raise money for a memorial scholarship in my mother's name. I was unable to attend the event because I was in the middle of final exams in college, so this poem was my contribution. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/228">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Willing Experience</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 09:46:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This poem is based on the last few minutes of my mother's life. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/224">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>After Experience</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 09:41:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This poem was originally titled "Curtain Call" since my mother was a professional dancer. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/221">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Last Things</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 09:36:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This poem was selected as a finalist at the National Literary Festival held at Hollins University in May 2005. The original title was "Finality." <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/216">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Sensing No Return</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 09:24:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Often, it is difficult to put feelings into words, especially during the grieving process. In this poem, I attempt to do so using some of the five senses. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/213">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Slipping Away</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 09:22:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In this piece of poem, I contemplate some of my mother's last wishes and wrestle with how to best fulfill them. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/210">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Thawing Memories</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 09:15:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It's fascinating how many of our most precious memories with loved ones involve food in one form or another. In this poem, I reflect on the days when I used to sit on the kitchen floor and talk to my mother while she cooked dinner. I contrast that with my feeble attempt to cook dinner for myself as I learned how to become independent. <a href="http://www.daniellethompson.net/archives/206">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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