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		<title>A Prayer</title>
		<link>http://www.christinacrook.com/cblog/2010/03/a-prayer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:40:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Holy God, maker of the skies above, lowly Christ, born amidst the growing earth, Spirit of Life, wind over the flowing waters, in earth, sea and sky, you are there. When we have not touched, but trampled you in creation, when we have not met but missed you in one another, forgive us. For Jesus&#8217; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Constant Kind of Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 19:53:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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A very goofy angel
It took parenthood to awaken me to the fragility of life. 
These days, as I make my way through the world, fearful thoughts dart through my mind: 
“What if that car, racing the red, hit me? I’d be brain-damaged, mangled. Would my daughter recognize me? When they wheeled me out of surgery would her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>GIVEAWAY: First step, Comment. Next step, Check your mailbox.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:50:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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Griffin and Sabine postcard by Nick Bantock
Hi friends,
I&#8217;ve been blogging on this here &#8216;ol site for a good six years now. I started on xanga and made the switch to wordpress a while back. In xanga-land we had an awesome community feel, with comments reaching upwards of 10-20 per post. These days this blog is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Loves of my Life</title>
		<link>http://www.christinacrook.com/cblog/2010/02/the-loves-of-my-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:07:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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Her fingers wrap around mine like a chord. Limbs darting up to tug at my linen, cotton billows, reaching out to declare: &#8220;You are mine.&#8221; Tenacious, yet layered with a heart like cream, Madeleine steals frames from faces in an instant. Translucent glass beads scattered about the floor save her from topples as she devours [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vive les Jeux Olympiques</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 22:57:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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Here in the Terminal City the Olympics have arrived, the sun is making a rare February appearance, and Vancouverites are uncharacteristically Canada-clad. It&#8217;s a lovely scene.

So far, thanks to my brother in Whistler, I&#8217;ve been able to attend the final dress rehearsal of the Opening Ceremonies which at times reminded me of Cirque du Soliel [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Words for Thought</title>
		<link>http://www.christinacrook.com/cblog/2010/02/words-for-thought-17/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 19:45:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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&#8220;When a writer writes, it&#8217;s as if she holds the sides of her chest apart, exposes her beating heart. And even though everything wants to heal, to close over and protect the heart, the writer must keep it bare, exposed. And in doing this, all of life is kept back, all the petty demands of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Love of Type</title>
		<link>http://www.christinacrook.com/cblog/2010/02/for-love-of-type/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 19:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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His name is Remi, we are having a love affair, and my spouse knows about it. 
He is a Remington Portable. A archetypal typewriter manufactured in the mid-1930s. His ruddy grey body sits squarely in the centre of my coffee table, the focal point of our living room. And rightly so. As a writer married to a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Help Anchor the River Market</title>
		<link>http://www.christinacrook.com/cblog/2010/02/help-anchor-the-river-market/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 01:51:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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This past Saturday I spent the loveliest of afternoons in my hometown of New Westminster. Julia (the Chemist) hosted us in her home for our monthly letter writing party. 7 writers and 4 typewriters turned up at her charming apartment in the heritage neighbourhood of Queen&#8217;s Park. (View more pictures on the Letter Writing Party [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Poetry Studio</title>
		<link>http://www.christinacrook.com/cblog/2010/02/the-poetry-studio/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:15:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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This afternoon, nestled on the calm shore of Burnaby&#8217;s Deer Lake, I begin my first poetry class. I am both nervous and excited, after all it&#8217;s my first day of &#8217;school.&#8217;
I&#8217;ve missed this feeling.
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		<title>And she grows&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.christinacrook.com/cblog/2010/01/and-she-grows/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 22:32:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Christina Crook</dc:creator>
		
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Timbers reach
groaning sinews
reaching upward,
upwards.
gentle pebbles
blanketing the undergrowth
lacing knees.
And she grows.
Clouds, pale,
climbing over
silver havens:
powder blue.
the skies,
they climb, up to
billowing suns.
And she grows.
Strangers pass
each other glances,
blackened ravens
feast on dry bread
together, they eat,
feasting.
And she grows.
An old woman
knits her last line
pearl, hook
pearl, hook.
a gift for an old friend.
remembering the first time.
recalling.
And she grows.
A fist opens,
then closes.
clench, reach
touch, lean.
change falling
through [...]]]></description>
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