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		<title>The World is Coming of Age (or:) Tarzan and Jane</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 22:37:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was young and we climbed trees, pretending the blades of grass were a rainforest. For a moment she hung in the air, almost gracefully fluttering like another leaf spent of energy, flung outward from the tree. We did not have cherry blossoms where I grew up: only the dried up carcasses of leaves, brownish [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=222&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Life Update x 1000</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 02:43:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay. I just wanted to take the time to announce that I have (finally) officially started writing what I hope will end up as my first novel. The working title is &#8220;The Someday Monuments.&#8221; It is about, among other things, environmentalism and anti-anthropocentrism. This has curtailed my ability to write new poems, so there are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=219&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Life Gets Outta Hand Sometimes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 13:07:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I&#8217;ve been busy with work and having a newborn and whatnot (side note: Asher is now over a month old!) and have thus been a little out of touch with this here blog. But I thought I&#8217;d keep you all abreast of what I&#8217;m up to. I&#8217;ve got two projects in the mixer right [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=216&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>An Audience</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 21:08:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The cat was orange and pitiful, its mewling subdued but sharp. It led me across the road, its head twisting back every few steps to make sure I followed. It had patches of hairless scabs like kneepads on its hindlegs, and wandered into the ruins of an old trailer home. Reddish planks seemed hung on [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=213&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Hypostatic Union</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 02:13:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The very thinkings of God, his own logic. What pressure it must have been to have the Maker contained in walls of light pink flesh! The thrum of blood pulsing through tissue, vessels, heart – every cell infused with Heaven’s ether. What a mystery! What new mystery is this? The king requiring diapers and breast [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=211&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Homeostasis</title>
		<link>http://mlcandelario.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/homeostasis/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 13:54:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“ ” What are they to me, the words of old poets and dead philosophers, if the internal constancy of life maintains itself? Confucius says:______ but what does it matter if yin and yang must be eternally balanced? The system is closed ? Then there is no meaning. The dog barks. The flowers bloom. The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=208&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Groanings Unspeakable</title>
		<link>http://mlcandelario.wordpress.com/2011/04/30/groanings-unspeakable/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 00:07:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Feet like hymnals carry us inevitably to the same asherahs as our forebears. This, too, is vanity and a striving after wind. ‘For I will visit the iniquities on the children and the children’s children to the third and forth generations.’ Thus says the Lord. Filed under: Poetry Tagged: biblical, God, grace, groaning, sadness, sin, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=206&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Saving the Cattle On a Thousand Hills: One Christian&#8217;s View of Environmentalism</title>
		<link>http://mlcandelario.wordpress.com/2011/04/28/saving-the-cattle-on-a-thousand-hills-one-christians-view-of-environmentalism/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 23:18:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[SAVING THE CATTLE ON A THOUSAND HILLS: ONE CHRISTIAN&#8217;S VIEW OF ENVIRONMENTALISM Filed under: Nonfiction, Theology<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=203&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Shoes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 20:38:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My old ones were cracked apart, a single faultline running like a Nike check up both feet. The soles degenerate and thin. I bought a new pair today, the black of them unsoiled felt. There’s joy in such easy exchange, though I’ll bet the future will see these shoes broken on the same planes. Our [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=194&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Gunpoem</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 01:26:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[unchancelydoes themanmovetoward thegrave, hisfingerscurled andtensed,except forone. Filed under: Poetry Tagged: concrete poem, death, gun, shoot, suicide, trigger<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mlcandelario.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14301434&amp;post=192&amp;subd=mlcandelario&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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