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		<description>The original writings of author Larry Winfield</description>
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			<title>Crossroads</title>
			<description>in the city, it's hard work findinga crossroads-the right mix of magicand midnight desolation.my friend from New Orleans,John Sinclair told me how;never mind where it is.when the time was right,i sat on a pair of plastic milk cratesnext to a dead fire hydrant,pretended to work on a piece.didn't hear..</description>
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			<title>Terra Cognita</title>
			<description>fading stabs of summer sunrest on my kitchen table, on a map unfolded.i look down upon a thousand square miles of west coast Motherland,fingers lost in the paper ocean just beyond Dakar.daydreaming.a party, outside somewhere, jumps to life.Bahia rhythms flow, daydreams overflow,into rhythms...........</description>
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			<title>Erzulie</title>
			<description>From the book of the same name...</description>
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			<title>Miles Away</title>
			<description>(A memorial poem for Miles Davis, written shortly after his passing)</description>
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			<title>Bubble</title>
			<description>d'you ever stop to notice a bubble?the delicious acophany of melted rainbowsmadly encircling its globe?recombinant, glistening,burning itself into gray skin.exploding into evaporated shards.scattered breath mating withthe afternoon sun.</description>
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			<title>No North</title>
			<description>(A poem sparked while walking the Chicago Loop as a messenger in the early 90s...) </description>
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			<title>Stevie Ray</title>
			<description>(My memorial piece for the great Stevie Ray Vaughn. This is what actually happened, how I heard about his passing.)</description>
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			<title>Rosedust</title>
			<description>A piece of flash fiction...</description>
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			<title>Buddha With Sax</title>
			<description>A prose poem.</description>
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			<title>Snakewoman</title>
			<description>from the book &quot;Erzulie&quot;</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Part II - April 2006
(The rest of the novel takes place in April, in various locations around the globe, etc.)
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>In the Wainwright &quot;EastHouse&quot; on the western edge of Liberty Plaines, Jacob stood before thecontorted body of Augustus Wainwright, disgusted with the young master'sfailure to endure even the suffering of a young boy. Pitiful. That was the easiestride I could give you, he thought, gla..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The brown sedan drove throughbroad Mississippi fields and scattered farmhouses barely visible in the dark,the horizon of faint lights sliding past. The car pulled over, inside lightflicked on. The woman at the wheel - mid-to-late 20s, almost 6 ft., with atoned, athletic body and loos..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Part I - November 2005
(Ch. 1 - 3 make up part 1 of the tale, set in fictional Wainwright County, Missisippi.)</description>
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			<title>Banjo Strings</title>
			<description>Banjo Strings is an epic and graphic tale of antebellum ghosts, supernatural spies, and a den of iniquity amid the Red Maple and Magnolia trees.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merlot56/573962/</link>
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			<title>Vamp</title>
			<description>From the 90s chapbook &quot;Erzulie&quot;</description>
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