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	<title>Vorochta 5 &#187; Artem Derkatch</title>
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		<title>Nova</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/nova/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 09:06:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember a white candle, as tall as a marble column, melting in the evening and slowly sliding down her hand and her wrist the way ice cream did when she wasn’t paying attention. And from the wax beads of pearly sweat, hot from the glorious flame, kisses of pain made her eyes shutter, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pretend</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/pretend/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 01:57:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[buffalo nickel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[colonialism]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1795</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Under the tree there was an old bench that was made of wood, but the boards were cut unevenly and the whole thing rested on legs that were small tree stumps. On the bench the boy sat up right with his feet stretched out in front of him while crossed at the ankles. Not too [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #25</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/11/29/lessons-in-life-25/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 11:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Shower]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1553</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, in the morning, I get a strong urge to pee in the shower. But then I realize my roommates wouldn&#8217;t appreciate that. &#8230;So I don&#8217;t. Share and Enjoy:]]></description>
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		<title>Chelonia</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/11/24/chelonia/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:31:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Daughter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fish]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[ocean]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sailor]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1487</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The dawn wasn’t fierce on the shore, and in fact it was almost too nice and too pleasant to follow the rosy wisps of clouds which crossed the sky today the way crab legs cross along the damp sand as it comes and goes by the edge of the tide. He had seen many dawns [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ironically</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/ironically-4/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/ironically-4/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 04:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1342</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My mother always told me&#8230; &#8220;Life is like a box of chocolates.&#8221; Ironically,  she&#8217;s a diabetic. Share and Enjoy:]]></description>
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		<title>The Feast</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/the-feast/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:15:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1327</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I was never fond of the tall, heavy pale blue apartment doors in our building; the way they opened and closed with those fierce slams always left me alone and unwelcome in the hallway. This one was labeled “6H”, and after I knocked, Sal’s mother emerged from inside. She had been expecting me. “Hi Mrs. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fifteen-Hundred Acre Wood</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/fifteen-hundred-acre-wood/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/fifteen-hundred-acre-wood/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:20:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Electricity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Metaphor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Monument]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Nature]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Technology]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Woods]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1229</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Electricity is the forest we inhabit. During the day we pass by those trees who appear tall, cold, and gray above our heads. Trees that are silent and refuse to budge, but are in fact a patient lot, the type that can wait with diligence for nightfall, so that when the familiar pulse they expect [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #30</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/lessons-in-life30/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 08:02:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Debate]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1132</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, people ask me how we can improve the neighborhood, They&#8217;re getting fed up with all the crime in town. I consider telling them that the solution is to open up more Banks, Simply because there is safety in numbers. But I&#8217;m no expert. &#8230;So I Don&#8217;t. Share and Enjoy:]]></description>
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		<title>Mercy</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/10/28/mercy/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/10/28/mercy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 06:43:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[war]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1118</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the mornings, I always walk alone to the water hoping never to forget what the sand feels like. As the tide comes it is cold on my toes before the retreat to sea. On this day, vessels gather along the horizon. They move as wolves – in lines – in packs. My father has [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #22</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/lessons-in-life-22/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/lessons-in-life-22/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 06:53:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=882</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, the Devil says he can offer me a deal  that I can&#8217;t pass up. He&#8217;s a persuasive guy. &#8230;So I don&#8217;t Share and Enjoy:]]></description>
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		<title>Nox</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/25/nox/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/25/nox/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 10:33:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=823</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the fall, I will fall apart. and sing a hymn for deaf men’s ears. In the fall, I will turn yellow alone to shiver as Death nears. They plant my feet a top a hill. so I may stretch my limbs apart. But Sleep arrives to let me rest beneath pale lanterns and black [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons in Life #19</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/16/lessons-in-life-19/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/16/lessons-in-life-19/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 03:16:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=804</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I think about the war. What it would be like to die. Young and alone. There&#8217;s a letter waiting on the table. I&#8217;m supposed to open it. But I&#8217;m a coward. &#8230;So I don&#8217;t Share and Enjoy:]]></description>
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		<title>White Russian</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/14/white-russian/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/14/white-russian/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 03:26:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=681</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the bar it was loud and hot, and while the counter was wet in some parts, that kind of thing was commonplace here; just as long as they served him on time, he never complained. Towards the back there was a woman who sat in a booth with a dark hat on, legs crossed, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Seeds</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/09/seeds/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 09:29:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=650</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I wish I knew what apples tasted like. If I could have anything, that would be it, to know them personally. They’re so pretty to look at, and in your hand, if you hold them up to the light the right way, they look like gems &#8211; knuckle sized gems &#8211; and your eyes tell [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gunshells and Guitar Strings</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/01/gunshells-and-guitar-strings/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/09/01/gunshells-and-guitar-strings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:08:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=596</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m drunk. And I shouldn&#8217;t be holding this pistol. But no soul in town will do this job. The wind crawls west. Just like every other day. And I sweat. Just like every other day. There is a tall man waiting for me across the road. With something covering his face. An old Mexican sits [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Haiku #55</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/08/31/haiku-55/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 06:53:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=576</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Riots in the streets. Screaming and jumping around. No one calls the cops. Share and Enjoy:]]></description>
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		<title>Hades</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/08/29/hades/</link>
		<comments>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/08/29/hades/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 07:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=547</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[February 3rd, 2009. This morning I woke up and there was a demon sitting on the dresser in my bedroom. He was looking at himself in the mirror, and didn’t know that I had woken up already. He was small, stout, and gargoyle-like. Hideous little thing. A cherub from hell &#8211; if you will – [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons in Life #11</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/08/25/lessons-in-life-11/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 00:29:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=524</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes people ask me for spare change. Often, they do it with wet eyelashes and mouse-like voices. Part of me wants to hand over the singles in my pocket. But then again, this person is probably a drunkard or drug addict. Or  even worse, a liar. I don&#8217;t like being lied to. &#8230;So I don&#8217;t. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Madison</title>
		<link>http://www.vorochta5.com/2009/08/04/madison/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 06:40:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Madison]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[How can you be so hungry, and never know what to order? Pick something. Your waitress does not listen, too busy scribbling stickfigures in her notepad. She&#8217;s probably a whore anyway. The patrons sit there looking lost with famished faces, marooned  all alone atop white tablecloth islands. Your glass is empty. Before it wasn’t. Before [...]]]></description>
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