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		<title>Digestion of the Situation at Baker&#8217;s Hand</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 04:19:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[DRAFT Sequel to &#8220;Kicking to the Surface&#8221; and part of the new Novella, &#8220;The Inbetween Woman.&#8221; The fresh air of the mountains permeates through my motel room’s cracks and crevices. Despite that pervasive nature of the musty motel smell, I am feeling the healing nature of the wild country of America. I close my eyes [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=249&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>An Excerpt from &#8220;The In Between Woman&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 02:31:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Update: Working on a novella. A year or so ago I decided to start writing a novella. Yes, Sienna Tide based, her adventures take her elsewhere other than just heartbreak and college. I&#8217;ve included excerpts of one of the chapters (draft version) for your tasting. I&#8217;ve pretty much outlined the whole basic story. As one [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=238&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Kicking to the surface</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2010/07/03/kicking-to-the-surface/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 04:07:14 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Sienna Tide]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/?p=229</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sienna Tide (fiction) As much as I enjoy feeling aimless and lost at times, there has always been something inside me that craves commitment and desire to achieve, to do, to act. It is not until I’ve been dragged to the very bottom of my self-esteem; to the darkest caverns of self-loathing that I have [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=229&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Call for stories</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2010/05/25/a-call-for-stories/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 13:39:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello friends, This summer I intend to finish at least 10 (yes, 10!) short stories, mostly Sienna Tide related. I would like to call for any short stories, funny dialogue, funny characters or anything from your life that you think would contribute well to either the Sienna Tide chronicles or anything else for that matter. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=226&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fenway Park</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2010/04/19/fenway-park/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 06:34:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quotes In True Color &#8220;Ahh, nothing like wearing a trashbag on a Sunday afternoon.&#8221; ~ Skylar, wearing my $8 plastic poncho at the Sox game Filed under: Quotes In True Color<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=224&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Grass Is Warm</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/08/29/the-grass-is-warm/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 03:59:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/?p=194</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sienna Tide (fiction) The smoke swirled around my eyes as I hacked violently like a teenager who just took a drag of their first cigarette. My chest felt torn inside and my eyes teared. I felt my face and neck go hot and the smooth infiltration of THC into my bloodstream. I looked up at [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=194&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Local Legends: Part 1</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/08/20/local-legends-part-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 09:21:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/?p=191</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sienna Tide (fiction) A pair of painfully focused green irises stares back at me from the mirror. My mouth is open in an “O” formation. I’ve succeeded thus far in not poking my eyes out while applying mascara. Now they are sufficiently garnished with black paint. I screw the brush back into the stick and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=191&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The importance of being Alewife</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/08/08/the-importance-of-being-alewife/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 21:18:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>charismafauna</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Tales from the T]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/?p=187</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Tales from the T: Red Line “The alewife (Alosa pesudoharengus) is a species of herring. There are anadromous and landlocked form is also called a sawbelly or mooneye… The front of the body is deep and larger than other fish found in the same waters, and its common name is said to come from comparison [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=187&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Changing Tides</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/07/18/changing-tides/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 02:04:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>charismafauna</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Sienna Tide]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sienna Tide (fiction) As I recall, after each relationship of mine ends, all I want to do is burrow into the sand of a beach until it’s cool and moist and bury myself for all of eternity to shield myself from the hot sun of self-hate and loathing. I still remember when I was 19 [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=169&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Running Monologue</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/06/08/running-monologue/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 04:45:37 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Plaguing Thoughts]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Plaguing Thoughts The ground below my feet gives a little each time; the fallen pine needles pad my run. The path is a pine tunnel, raised above the forest ponds. It used to be a railroad track, now stripped of its metal bearings and travelers. I imagine what it may have been like to be [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=163&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sex Talks</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/05/30/sex-talks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 15:24:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sienna Tide (fiction) “I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t want to have sex with me either.” He rolled over onto his back as he said this. He was pouting. “Look, that was great, really, amazing, but just because you made me orgasm doesn’t mean you win my absolute trust that you have a clean bill [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=152&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sea Gulls</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/04/07/sea-gulls/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 01:38:16 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Poems]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Poems Everyday I see them riding high above and in between the blocks of the city sky. They are always flying, diving, crying. Some days I smell the ocean breeze riding in on the Atlantic wind but I cannot see that ever changing cursed thing. But they are always diving, crying, chiding. Most days we [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=137&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Next stop, Waban</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/03/23/next-stop-waban/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:23:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tales from the T Friday was my last day house-sitting in Newton and therefore my last day living on the D line, at least for the next decade or so. Per usual it’s crowded, annoying, and half of the train is in their own private ipod commercial. As much as I do prefer the red [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=55&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Hormone Dysfunction</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/03/16/hormone-dysfunction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 04:13:34 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Sienna Tide]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sienna Tide (fiction) &#8220;Really? That&#8217;s so interesting.&#8221; Christ. What the fuck am I doing? I&#8217;m not even sure I like this guy. He’s wearing the same shirt my ex-boyfriend always wore when he went out. Is that like an engineering thing? Do they all wear the same striped shirts when they go out? Is it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=57&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Almighty Pee-Stick</title>
		<link>http://charismafauna.wordpress.com/2009/03/15/the-almighty-pee-stick/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 20:01:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Poems (fiction) 7:35 PM Oooh, all knowing, all powerful, all foretelling pee-stick, is there a parasite that rests in my womb? That sucks in life from my uterus walls, that makes me faint and love those hateful brussel sprouts with pie a la mode? One hundred and twenty seconds I must wait, as the urine [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=46&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Memories from Connecticut College, Part I</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 19:33:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quotes In True Color Probably one of the first nights of freshman year a drunk guy said to me something that neither my Conn Coll pals nor I would ever forget for the rest of college. I had a boyfriend of over a year at the time, long distance, and several of us were drinking [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=51&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Takin&#8217; a Drag</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Plaguing Thoughts I feel that I am missing out on a lot by not being a cigarette smoker. Sure, it’ll eventually kill you, but the same could be said for having children or holding a full time job. I long to hold that filter paper between my fore and middle finger, take a drag and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=32&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ice Melt</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 18:56:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Plaguing Thoughts On one of those chilly, icy New England days my loving parents (whom I still reside with) asked me to go out to the grocery store for some ice melt. Me: Excuse me, where is the ice melt? Register Girl: Umm… (long pause)… I think it’s in the pet food aisle, on the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=30&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Loans and Groans</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 18:39:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quotes In True Color My mother’s side of a telephone exchange between her and my brother I overheard one Saturday in December. “The 25th? That&#8217;s Christmas, you idiot! … (listening) Yes, you are an idiot… (listening) So you changed it to the 30th? Good, just say you were out of it at the time and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=24&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Stockings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 17:59:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Plaguing Thoughts Every day that I wear a pair of nylons or stockings (whatever you call them), I manage to rip them open in the process of trying to hike them back up so that the control bottom actually covers my lower half instead of making me walk like a penguin (which is hilarious, but [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=charismafauna.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5861404&amp;post=16&amp;subd=charismafauna&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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