<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc."><title>Cyberized Books--And Similar Stuff! - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./</link><description>I'm printing some of my chapbooks online one poem at a time--plus making other kinds of poetry collections as well!</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./214020" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./213528" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./213267" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./148229" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./123586" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./115294" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./107037" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./106510" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./77011" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./74944" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./214020"><title>Pages 18-19--Comeback</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./214020</link><description>ZXCVBNMDd Comeback Windows obscured by plywood. Plywood obscured by sixes in triplicate and spray-painted symbols of gang (false) pride. Have I lived the required amount of years that would make me eligible to watch modern buildings age ungracefully? Or is what I am seeing anger and apathy...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./213528"><title>Page 17--DANIELA (A Profile In Courage and Survival)</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./213528</link><description>Note: This is as close as I could get to putting this on the page in the way it was in the book (though it does come close except in a few places), but, at least, the message is still there. This is a true story about a friend of a friend. DANIELA (A Profile In Courage and Survival) Inconvenience...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./213267"><title>Page 16--Spiritually Spontaneous &amp; Each Individual On Death Row</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./213267</link><description>SPIRITUALLY SPONTANEOUS With the suddeness of wild spring mushrooms suddenly wildly springing, an invisible stump sprouts under the feet of our mainline minister who will later apologize without having anything to apologize for. EACH INDIVIDUAL ON DEATH ROW Each individual on Death Row --whether...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./148229"><title>Page 15--Ongoing &amp; Hollywood Outsiders</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./148229</link><description>Ongoing... Springtime: Earth awakens from long hibernation; wears many shades of green graced with blossoms... Summer: Lightning streaks rip slate-gray skies; thunder roars; after the downpour, a rainbow climax... Autumn: Multicolored leaves; blue, near-cloudless skies. On the crisp, cool air,...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./123586"><title>Page 14--Unforgettable Dining Experience At A No-Star Restaurant</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./123586</link><description>At this place, nearly-empty and squalid, I requested their pricey chef's salad. It was small, brown, and limp-- And, as I was no wimp, I informed them, "Your salad's invalid Please excuse me for making a scene, But there's food on which I'm not too keen. Since I'm not Dr. Seuss, I have minimal...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./115294"><title>Page 13--The Rust Bowl</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./115294</link><description>I've got a special friend named ****. When he drops in on me, My toilet bowl is glazed with rust -- And **** is full of pee! I tell him that I'm sorry To be such a lazy soul. "If you had come tomorrow night, You'd have found a clean, white bowl!" I make my bowl so snowy-white-- So pleasing to the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./107037"><title>Page 12--Eat Your Heart Out, Lizzie Borden!</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./107037</link><description>In its original form, this poem was a form poem that looked like a mouth with pointy teeth. Unfortunately, I don't have the know-how to do this here, so I'm just going to give it to you as a straight, four-lined poem and have you use your imagination to figure out how it might have looked as a...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./106510"><title>Statistics Are Often Wonderful People--Centerfold</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./106510</link><description>I've been going back and forth on whether to write out this poem here or whether to give you the links to a couple of places where I've already posted it--and I've decided on the latter. If you're simply interested in seeing the poem by itself, you can go HERE. But, if you're interested in...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./77011"><title>Page 9--Two Untitled Haikus</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./77011</link><description>| | | | | | | | | | | | Wildflowers now bloom amid weathered ties and red rails in the sunset. | | | | | | | | | | | | Small, winding farm brook --flanked by wildflowers, lush grass-- strolls toward fame and might. | | | | | | | | | | | | Note of interest: The second haiku of these two was...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./74944"><title>Page 8--Significant Other</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/AJs_Cyberized_Books_Etc./74944</link><description>What is it about these men named Paul, anyway!?! Anyway, I'm back in my NEW ARRIVAL chapbook again after finally relocating it under a stack of other things, so I'm now about to write about one of the guys named Paul who have been a part of my life over the years in the following poem......</description></item></rdf:RDF>