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&lt;i&gt;And God prepared a gourd, ("kurbits," in Swedish,) and made it to come up over Jonah, that it might be a shadow over his head, to deliver him from his grief. So Jonah was exceeding glad of the gourd.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Kurbits painting, (also known as Dalmålnings or Dala painting,) is a distinctive form of Swedish folk art painting, (circa 1750-1850,) with imaginative fantasy plants, and the paintings frequently depict religious motifs in local settings and folk dress.&amp;nbsp; Each parish had their own distinct style, but shared many similar design concepts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Snarf Anders Andersson, (1795 - 1850) Ullvi, Leksand.&amp;nbsp; Sweden. &lt;br /&gt;
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She is used to this sort of thing&lt;br /&gt;
Her blacks crackle and drag."&lt;br /&gt;
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Sylvia's hand rests on the curtain cord as she readies to pull. Her back is turned from the life force of God, and on the table she has laid out bread and milk for her children as they sleep peacefully in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last poem Sylvia Plath wrote, (or at least the last one found on her desk,) before she took her life, was “Edge.”&amp;nbsp; I read it about 12 years ago when I was muddling my way through postpartum depression.&amp;nbsp; I kept mumbling the final phrase, "Her blacks crackle and drag,”&amp;nbsp; over and over, like a doleful Rainman.&amp;nbsp; I liked the imagery of big black velvet curtains slowing drawing to a close, dragging along the stage, creating static which crackled, and then the curtains closed, the show was over, end of story. &lt;br /&gt;
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I pushed it out of my head for a few years, until Paul Westerberg wrote a tune titled “Crackle and Drag.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My doleful mumbles returned, and I painted this in a desperate attempt to make it all go away.&amp;nbsp; I hang this painting above my fireplace to remind me that things can always be worse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Casein and acrylic on canvas board. 24" high and 18” wide.&lt;br /&gt;
NFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-1084157711479781003?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/cYdtFOusl8w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/cYdtFOusl8w/moon-has-nothing-to-be-sad-about.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0eGl8vBLyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/knRIJ5S1pd4/s72-c/herblacks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/moon-has-nothing-to-be-sad-about.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-7031983624691896489</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T13:28:09.844-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Paintings - Sylvia Plath</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Painting Collection</category><title>Ted Gathers No Moss</title><description>Poet Ted Hughes carries a traditional Swedish grave marker, which he plants in a bed of burial stones.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Ted was a rolling stone, a cad, a notorious philanderer who caused great pain to many.&amp;nbsp; His wife Sylvia Plath, (the kurbits on the right,) killed herself in 1963, and his mistress Assia, (the kurbits on the left,)  killed herself, along with their young daughter, (small sprout on left,) in 1969.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Casein and acrylic on canvas board. 24" high and 18” wide.&lt;br /&gt;
NFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-7031983624691896489?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/6i3zLXU5WGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/6i3zLXU5WGo/ted-gathers-no-moss.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0eG_7w17SI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uZZ83BbPyAg/s72-c/ted.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/ted-gathers-no-moss.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-3440308895648589376</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T13:33:13.922-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Paintings - Sylvia Plath</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Painting Collection</category><title>I Am a Wormy Hermit</title><description>"I Am a Wormy Hermit in a country of prize pigs so corn-happy they can't see the slaughterhouse at the end of the track."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;--- Sylvia Plath, "Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Painted during a time personal and economic depression:&amp;nbsp; Ponzi&amp;nbsp; schemes, banking bailouts, unabashed corporate greed.&amp;nbsp; I know I should have cared more, but a dark gnarled mass of ugliness coated my insides.&amp;nbsp; I could barely leave my room without crying from overwhelming anxiety.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The times I did make it to the outside world, I looked around and hated every single "shiny," person I saw.&amp;nbsp; You know the type, all showered and make-upped, size 6 Ann Taylor outfit, and always sportin' a new faux handbag.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They speak as though they are constantly updating their bloated Christmas card, "Johnny loves the 'gifted and talented' program at school, and Susie is the star player on every team."&amp;nbsp; Me?&amp;nbsp; Most days I strive for mediocrity.&amp;nbsp; Other days, I just try to not fuckin' lose it in the grocery store again, a primary source of my anxiety/panic attacks.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Casein and acrylic on canvas board. 24" high and 18” wide.&lt;br /&gt;
NFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-3440308895648589376?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/bf0HtHY4NSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/bf0HtHY4NSI/i-am-wormy-hermit.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0d-9OPx2WI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CaDV82mN3Bo/s72-c/wormy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/i-am-wormy-hermit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-2972713594463009450</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T15:54:30.994-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Painting Collection</category><title>"Don't be no yes man, no get by."</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;olk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My great aunt Mary lived on LaFond Avenue in St. Paul, and we'd drive past Tiger Jack on our way to visit her every weekend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He always smiled and waved his bony, crooked finger at me.&amp;nbsp; (Boxing injury perhaps?) One time Mary and I walked to his shop, I bought Juicy Fruit gum and Tiger Jack asked me if I behaved myself at school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Casein and acrylic on canvas board. 20" high and 16” wide.&lt;br /&gt;
NFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-2972713594463009450?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/boG6Pod9StY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/boG6Pod9StY/dont-be-no-yes-man-no-get-by.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S3BvPted_nI/AAAAAAAAARE/RjCHVQGKm3w/s72-c/005.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/02/dont-be-no-yes-man-no-get-by.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-7806547966621467685</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T13:35:35.849-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Painting Collection</category><title>Min Cherry</title><description>Min Cherry is Swedish for, "My Cherry"&lt;br /&gt;
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A copy of the first original canvas painting I ever sold.&amp;nbsp; No story behind this one really, I just made it for pretty. &lt;br /&gt;
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NFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-7806547966621467685?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/CIivZ-0GG8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/CIivZ-0GG8A/min.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0eHijw5mPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eIiVseYkw5M/s72-c/mincherry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/min.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-3316110677129110538</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T14:07:32.626-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Painting Collection</category><title>Mary Greets Elizabeth, (after Kers Erik Jonsson)</title><description>"When Mary entered the house of Zechariah, and greeted Elizabeth, the baby leaped in Elizabeth's womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb" (Luke 1:41-42).&lt;br /&gt;
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This is based on a traditional Swedish kurbits painting by Kers Erik Jonsson, 1812-1852, from the Leksand parish in central Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;
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Casein and acrylic on canvas board. 20" high and 16” wide&lt;br /&gt;
NFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-3316110677129110538?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/H5PcFqrftzY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/H5PcFqrftzY/mary-greets-elizabeth-after-kers-erik.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0eH_3XSrkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DmqPI6oWxzA/s72-c/maryeliz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/mary-greets-elizabeth-after-kers-erik.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-3413665926725405523</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T14:06:28.824-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folk Art Painting Collection</category><title>Saint Lucia</title><description>&lt;i&gt;Sankta Lucia, ljusklara hägring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Saint Lucia, bright illusion&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTIST NOTES: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I was raised Irish Catholic and have always loved saints.&amp;nbsp; When I was a young girl, I chose Dymphna, the daughter of a pagan Irish king and his Christian wife in the 7th century, to be my confirmation name. It's a bit ironic that she is the patron saint for those with mental illness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Saint Lucia is the favored saint in Sweden.&amp;nbsp; When my daughter was younger, I cajoled her on December 13th to wear her crown of (battery-powered) lights, and bring me coffee and sweet rolls in bed.&amp;nbsp; She would walk in and whisper, "Lucia brings the light." &amp;nbsp; Now that she is older, the only thing she brings me on December 13 is an amazing display of eye rolling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;ABOUT THE PAINTING: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Casein and acrylic on canvas board. 20" high and 16” wide&lt;br /&gt;
NFS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-3413665926725405523?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/_ZdoFj7DfTg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/_ZdoFj7DfTg/saint-lucia.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0eNh6elEzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5f5d1Snc9VU/s72-c/lucia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/saint-lucia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-4862928012731761283</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T14:20:15.976-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lego Art Collection</category><title>Homage to Piet Mondrian</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0YzqXr0K-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WQv8h2olOsc/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0YzqXr0K-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WQv8h2olOsc/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-4862928012731761283?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/ZqENV8RezdU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/ZqENV8RezdU/homage-to-piet-mondrian.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0YzqXr0K-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WQv8h2olOsc/s72-c/003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/homage-to-piet-mondrian.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-6680346812762580710</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T13:51:10.072-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lego Art Collection</category><title>Colonoscopy #17</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0Y0KXRaDrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hLKoHehAVvM/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0Y0KXRaDrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hLKoHehAVvM/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-6680346812762580710?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/ESjPeqUZ7vE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/ESjPeqUZ7vE/colonoscopy-17.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0Y0KXRaDrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hLKoHehAVvM/s72-c/007.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/colonoscopy-17.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-2332930944532031679</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T13:51:55.665-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lego Art Collection</category><title>Homage to the Smitten Kitten</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0YzSxr0mBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RL_jJOkaGkk/s1600-h/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0YzSxr0mBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RL_jJOkaGkk/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-2332930944532031679?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/jPdVf1N5Z_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/jPdVf1N5Z_4/homage-to-smitten-kitten.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0YzSxr0mBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RL_jJOkaGkk/s72-c/013.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/homage-to-smitten-kitten.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-2048216757702558935</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T14:31:38.913-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku Collection</category><title>12 years after I earned my graduate degree, Haiku</title><description>On my knees I scrub&lt;br /&gt;
dried pee chunks off the toilet&lt;br /&gt;
I inhale the bleach.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19942241-2048216757702558935?l=www.reneevaughan.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~4/rjk1v266DK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/reneevaughan/xphd/~3/rjk1v266DK4/12-years-after-i-earned-my-graduate.html</link><author>renee@reneevaughan.com (Renee Vaughan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miC0p2QU36Y/S0eWEuUgjDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/KU1CU47hm-M/s72-c/MS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reneevaughan.com/2010/01/12-years-after-i-earned-my-graduate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19942241.post-1091288894229386403</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T22:10:16.559-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku Collection</category><title>Shoe Haiku</title><description>My boots took a walk.&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight, I feel like a heel,&lt;br /&gt;
who has lost her sole.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lucky Charms spewed to the floor&lt;br /&gt;
The dog thought, "A snack!"&lt;br /&gt;
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digs in my delicate flesh.&lt;br /&gt;
Vampire underwear&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;It’s time for only the rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;
No restricting time.&lt;br /&gt;
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pulled back her beauty queen mask&lt;br /&gt;
It's Phyllis Schlafly!&lt;br /&gt;
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Smallest player on the team&lt;br /&gt;
Knocked the cover off&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was Icarus, flying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then crashed to the sea&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Silicon and Batteries&lt;br /&gt;
Replaced you in bed&lt;br /&gt;
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resurfaced last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;
Lest I forget him.&lt;br /&gt;
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The best part about&lt;br /&gt;
Clinical drespression is&lt;br /&gt;
He expects much less&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
It’s a stunning trait&lt;br /&gt;
I will always let you down&lt;br /&gt;
Consistent, at best&lt;br /&gt;
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