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			<title>After the Accident</title>
			<description>Another poem like &quot;Love Less&quot; which I wrote after a very bad accident that almost cost me my sister. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873637/</link>
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			<title>Love Less</title>
			<description>I've never done a poem (until now) that messes as much as this one does with lines. I'm not sure if this has a name, but if it does let me know. Again, totally experimental, but very fun.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873636/</link>
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			<title>Serpentine</title>
			<description>I believe this poem was inspired by a dream. In any event, it was written four or five years ago, inspired, as will become abundantly clear to you, by a street lamp.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873631/</link>
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			<title>Reflect</title>
			<description>This is another perspective-taking poem, this time of a homeless man I saw briefly in Center City Philadelphia. I wrote this on my phone as my father drove. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873630/</link>
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			<title>La Vue de la Maison Rouge</title>
			<description>This is an ekphrastic piece based on Matisse's &quot;Conversation&quot;. It is designed to be read line for line, but also tells interesting stories if you read only the italicized lines or standard type lines.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873628/</link>
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			<title>Helping Hands</title>
			<description>A poem about the power of a first encounter, told in parts, some of which is from the personified perspective of a woman's left and right hands, as well as her cell phone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873614/</link>
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			<title>Daedelus' Lament</title>
			<description>Daedelus, father of Icarus, retells and relives the loss of his son through this Amaranth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873595/</link>
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			<title>Dying of the Light</title>
			<description>This is a villanelle focusing on the perspective of a disgruntled father, fed up with his son's laziness and pettiness. (I forgot how hard these are, so forgive me if it's not great)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873591/</link>
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			<title>Today In School, I Learned...</title>
			<description>This is another experimental piece. I am trying to write from different perspective, and this one comes to you from the mind of a large-hearted third grader, who is fascinated by science.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873585/</link>
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			<title>You Decided</title>
			<description>This is the same story told in &quot;Decided&quot; but reworked and told, now, from the second person.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873025/</link>
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			<title>Decided</title>
			<description>This is the story of a failed suicide attempt told from the first person.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873024/</link>
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			<title>For What it's Worth</title>
			<description>This Narrative Essay examines the unique relationships we have with childhood keepsakes, and how these relationships change overtime. This essay encourages readers to value and protect them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873012/</link>
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			<title>Vitamin E</title>
			<description>This is a Narrative Essay focused on the malleability of our earliest memories, and suggests readers to examine those memories and the effects they have had on their character and actions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873009/</link>
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			<title>Bruce Willis</title>
			<description>This is a short story that examines hereditary baldness at a young age.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1873007/</link>
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			<title>In the Cards</title>
			<description>This poem is intended to read as a short story, but I felt it looked best-at least for now-in stanzas.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1832140/</link>
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			<title>Corduroy Childhood</title>
			<description>This is a poem about a chair my family used to own, of which I as an infant was quite fond.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1832133/</link>
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			<title>&quot;A Little More Time on You&quot;</title>
			<description>This is an experiment with form. The piece is a rumination on love's redefinitions as we mature and experience love in different ways.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1831112/</link>
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			<title>Lost and Found</title>
			<description>This poem was written after the loss of my paternal grandmother.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1831106/</link>
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			<title>The Remarkable Value of Pewter</title>
			<description>This poem encompasses the struggle of a wife to comprehend and cope with a husband now enfeebled by age and the onset of dementia, as well as the husband's own struggle to connect to his wife.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/millsj/1831103/</link>
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