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		<description>The original writings of author Mark</description>
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			<title>K-20</title>
			<description>Ever have one of those hopeless, out-of-the-blue infatuations? I'll bet you have!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1392327/</link>
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			<title>The Love She's Never Known</title>
			<description>The Love She&amp;rsquo;s Never Knownmark teague July 31,2014When she was but a child,Those whose task it was to teach her Life and LovePraised instead a prettier sibling, ignoring her gifts,Thus teaching her that Life is Pain, and Love is Shame&amp;nbsp;Then when she was a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1392325/</link>
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			<title>On Dealing With Desperation</title>
			<description>Dedicated to a distant friend, who is treading that most difficult of verges with grace and determination...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1265021/</link>
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			<title>Portrait of a Lady</title>
			<description>In recognition of the graduation on  May 4th of my one and only niece, Madison Teague, from Azusa Pacific University.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1174787/</link>
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			<title>Mom's Cupcake</title>
			<description>For my Mom, Mother's Day, 2013</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1174756/</link>
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			<title>The Ravin'</title>
			<description>Inspied by Jack's Poe assignment, it began it's life as a review, but it so tickled me I knew it had to be a poem in its own write...I hope you agree!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1152472/</link>
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			<title>An Old Poet's Lament</title>
			<description>My second Villanelle, and barely four years since the first!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1131028/</link>
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			<title>thanks</title>
			<description>A new form (to me), the Diamante..Having recently received such effusive praise for my first, of course I had to try another, this time on the subject of...THANKS!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1128798/</link>
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			<title>diamante</title>
			<description>A form new to me, taken on a dare from a new friend. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1128779/</link>
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			<title>RISEN</title>
			<description>A Cinquain, for the Helena's Blue Rose Contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1113381/</link>
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			<title>While Driving in Clairemont</title>
			<description>The original, longer version of the story, &quot;One Day in Clairemont&quot;. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1056555/</link>
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			<title>Owner's Manual for the Human Male</title>
			<description>Please read, &quot;Instructions for Use&quot;, by Shelley Holt-Lowery, in order to understand this piece's purpose. A link is provided below.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1042552/</link>
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			<title>THE MAN OF LA MOONTA</title>
			<description>My tribute to one who is unquestionably the most prolific and most profound of all the writers here, upon having learned of his heart attack last week...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1038374/</link>
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			<title>Forty Two'ed</title>
			<description>For Helena's Blue Rose &quot;Tovli's Ten&quot; contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1021477/</link>
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			<title>A Frost-y Conundrum</title>
			<description>With thanks to Robert Frost, a mash up of lines from several of his better known works, including &quot;Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Eve&quot;, and &quot;Fences&quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1014560/</link>
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			<title>Stand By Your FAN!</title>
			<description>...with egregious apologies to the spirit of Tammy Wynette, and the sensibilities of her many fans...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1005515/</link>
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			<title>No Excuse</title>
			<description>Originally intended as a submission for Helena's/Albert's forum question, &quot;What Makes You Grumpy&quot;, it evolved into a dialogue on &quot;Why I have no right to be grumpy.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/1004168/</link>
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			<title>HAT TRICK</title>
			<description>In honor of my nephew, Thompson Schuler Teague, upon 
the occasion of his graduation from High School...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/982773/</link>
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			<title>Dedication (Unread)</title>
			<description>This year's submission to National Public Radio's &quot;Three Minute Fiction&quot; contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/948646/</link>
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			<title>Overdrive</title>
			<description>Just driving in from work, and a nifty little ditty suggested itself...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/854418/</link>
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			<title>Wrapped Soft In Wondrous Night</title>
			<description>The 27-poet 2011 Collaboration. Thank you, Craig and Emma!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/838038/</link>
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			<title>PATRIOTIC BLUES</title>
			<description>Really, nothing whatever to do with Patriotism...But it got your attention, didn't it??</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/801625/</link>
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			<title>The Hills, Alight</title>
			<description>A commemorative to the countless volunteer firemen in Marion County and elsewhere across Texas and the South, who have given so much to total strangers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/793332/</link>
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			<title>WHY? A 9-11 Question</title>
			<description>A near-forgot memory, of an image of a circular rainbow, refracted off a shard of glass or a warped beam, prompted this overdue recollection. Read, and consider...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/793275/</link>
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			<title>The Last Hour...(or so)</title>
			<description>For Helena's latest contest, poems and short stories describing one's last day on Earth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/778680/</link>
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			<title>Six, Redux</title>
			<description>Originally a contribution to one of Emma's poems, I felt it good enough to have a life unto itself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/772233/</link>
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			<title>WHAT TEXAS &lt;i&gt;DON'T&lt;/i&gt; LACK</title>
			<description>My response to a friends' challenge to write something wholly 
outside my experience frame--I selected a hip-hop tune--YIKES!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/747378/</link>
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			<title>Dig This</title>
			<description>A Beat-ified version of an actual happening. 
Written For Kerry o'Connor's contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/744453/</link>
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			<title>Parable Three: The Pick-up Game</title>
			<description>Third in a series of my attempting to teach spiritual lessons in mundane terms.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/738185/</link>
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			<title>Humiliation</title>
			<description>For Chris Cooke's caption contest...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/727237/</link>
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			<title>The Wingman</title>
			<description>--a term known to all families of pilots; the comrade who flies slightly below and behind you, protecting you form unseen harm--</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/676990/</link>
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			<title>The Yester Ghost</title>
			<description>THE YESTER GHOST&amp;nbsp;Like those enormous showy rosesWhich so captivate our eyesThough&amp;nbsp;they disappoint our noses--Your love, my dear, is only size!&amp;nbsp;Like a bulb of elephant garlicLacking pungency or savorAs deceptive as a varlet,Substituting size for flavor&amp;nbsp;So a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/653251/</link>
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			<title>Which Way To Go?</title>
			<description>--a collaboration between the amazingly talented Jola Stoklova and Mark Teague.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/652865/</link>
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			<title>See...</title>
			<description>--a collaboration between the phenomenal Polish poetesss, Jola Stoklova, and myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/652831/</link>
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			<title>The Man of Stone</title>
			<description>--a collaboration between the delightful and talented Jola Stoklova and Mark Teague.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/652382/</link>
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			<title>LEAF!</title>
			<description>--a collaboration between the brilliant and beautiful 
Polish poetess, Jola Stoklova, and Mark Teague.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/652370/</link>
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			<title>Without End</title>
			<description>--a collaboration between the phenomenal Jola Stoklova and Mark Teague</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/652338/</link>
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			<title>A Christmas Wish</title>
			<description>A bit of a rant, I suppose, on one of my least favorite phenomena of the Yule season</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/651370/</link>
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			<title>REMINISCENCES</title>
			<description>Another poem celebrating the life of a fabulous woman whose value was realized only too late, my first wife, Pat...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/642400/</link>
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			<title>STAIRS</title>
			<description>One of two elegies I composed in memory of my first wife, Patricia.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/642377/</link>
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			<title>CHLOE'S CONUNDRUM</title>
			<description>I thought a story about a kid hating Christmas, before discovering its true meaning, might make an interesting twist on an old theme.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/640261/</link>
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			<title>P***y Prelude</title>
			<description>Okay, so I was in this really weird mood yesterday...So, sue me!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/640228/</link>
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			<title>A ROSE IS AROSE</title>
			<description>Another foray into my somewhat tongue-in-...e-r-r-r...cheek, pseudo-erotic sribbles. Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/640219/</link>
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			<title>That Frigid Black Sea</title>
			<description>Inspired by &quot;Titanic&quot;, a song by David Olney, heard on  a broadcast of National Public Radio's &quot;The Art of the Song&quot;, this last Saturday night...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/624152/</link>
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			<title>What Does Femininity Mean To You?</title>
			<description>An essay of sorts, composed in answer to a challenge i found on another site.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/612164/</link>
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			<title>That Princely Tide</title>
			<description>Inspired by Pat Conroy's book of similar title, which I have finally undertaken, twenty years too late, to read...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/612136/</link>
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			<title>ONE AFTERNOON IN CLAIREMONT</title>
			<description>Composed for National Public Radio's &quot;Three Minute Fiction&quot; Contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/606516/</link>
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			<title>Jacob's Ladder, &lt;i&gt; one boy's story &lt;/i&gt;</title>
			<description>...being a tale of how one kid realized he might be righter, and those who critiqued him wronger...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/602662/</link>
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			<title>Parable Two: THE AUDITION</title>
			<description>A long-overdue sequel to last year's &quot;The Angry Mountain&quot;.
DO try and remember, it is a PARABLE, thus not really about dancing, okay?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/594615/</link>
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			<title>Watcher</title>
			<description>For Alberts new Ten-word contest, a new form called &quot;The Wave Waltz&quot;. Nineteen lines, forming five peaks of 2,3,4,3 and 2 syllables (1,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,3,4,3,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,1,) Challenging and fun!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark090854/520577/</link>
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