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		<title>the neural fold</title>
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Tonight's Neuroscience lecture introduced me to the neural tube. The neural tube is the introduction of the central nervous system within the embryo. Eventually this groove in its surface will form the spinal cord and brain. Neural folds on either side of the groove are elevated until they meet to ...</description>
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		<title>s.o.c. writing</title>
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epilogue of the bear trap
I sleep in a square. I bookend my profiles with pillows and I keep two below my head. Waking means lifting and climbing' sleeping means sinking. I dream surrounded.
In the back of the house, rotting limes. They liquefy. Porous green to a brown gray mass, happy ...</description>
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		<title>thoughts from today.</title>
		<description>Successful hand transplants. Do the veins and nerves ask each other to dance? Do they tangle like tree roots, fire their guns into the other's shins & lapse into tango for life? 
My coat attracts snow flakes, stellar dendrites on my shoulders and sectored plates up the nose and on ...</description>
		<link>http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1187</link>
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		<description>
Say NO to this bullshit censorship. </description>
		<link>http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1186</link>
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		<link>http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1183</link>
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		<title>in the middle of another state</title>
		<description>Your face, 
a dagger smacking
back moonlight.
Grin made of molasses 
spreading out the center.

It is here,
tucked in the lesser referenced corners
of rotating clock,
where every suspended disbelief drops,
lunar light finding your crooked tooth
to sparkle like diamond,
to render all crickets silent and blinded,
to disorient blades of grass left bent
in the imprint of your ...</description>
		<link>http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1182</link>
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		<title>intake</title>
		<description>how all lungs in the room
flutter flatten ripple
with vibrations.
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		<link>http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1181</link>
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		<title>pied gauche</title>
		<description>Restless. The clock sounds loud at times like this. Visiting family for the holiday, spending much time in the imaginary world of the four year old niece--we build and rebuild kingdoms for the captured princess and the evil prince keeping her there. I am fidgety, all muscles twitching. Workouts have ...</description>
		<link>http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1179</link>
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		<title>untitled.</title>
		<description>One of these dead ends, which is it? One where I and a country boy kissed in the grass as if things like parents, age differences and chores never existed. Two things against the earth with grins and elbows, anemic shins. 
I am trying to find your porch light. It ...</description>
		<link>http://www.honeydunce.com/archives/1177</link>
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