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	<description>Reflections on Writing, Woodworking, and Ethics</description>
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		<title>The Trail of Tears Association</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In 2003 Sylvia and I retraced, by car, the main overland route of the Trail of Tears, starting northeast of Chattanooga and proceeding across Tennessee, western Kentucky, into southern Illinois, across the Mississippi into Missouri, the northwestern tip of Arkansas and into Oklahoma. We drove in the comfort of a car and stayed in pleasant [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Like a Russian Doll</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Like a Russian doll
      she wears each passage of her life in polymorphous coats.
She is the wise companion, etched by years of circling suns,
      the woman burnished silver with accomplishment,
      the mate with auburn hair and radiant eyes,
   [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/03/like-a-russian-doll/</link>
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		<title>Memory and Reconciliation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have been thinking a lot about memory and reconciliation lately. It&#8217;s nothing new, since Red Clay, Blood River is an exercise in memory that leads to new forms of reconciliation. Many other people have labored hard to show the many ways that reconciliation cannot occur without lively memory. We need to remember the past [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/03/memory-and-reconciliation/</link>
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		<title>Between</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is a poem about transitions in life. It may speak to you if you are facing transition, whether due to age, loss, or radical change in circumstance.

There is a space between chapters,
	a crack in the spine,
	an empty space
	where two pages meet
	and disappear
	into a hidden abyss
	where things are sewn invisibly together.

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		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/03/between/</link>
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		<title>A Single Thread</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This Blog is meant for occasional professional writings and events, but sometimes the boundaries between personal and public slip away and I feel compelled to write to you about the death of Steve DeGruchy, son of my dear friends John and Isobel DeGruchy. Steve was swept away in a river accident in South Africa and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/02/a-single-thread/</link>
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		<title>Body from Body</title>
		<description><![CDATA[These words showed up as I went through long-forgotten pictures from our younger years. A fine Ash Wednesday homily brought them to rest. I thought I&#8217;d share them with you.
This body from body
       erupting
       in water and blood,
      [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/02/body-from-body/</link>
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		<title>Peacejam Memories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This week I made some presentations on South Africa and the Truth and Reconciliation Commission to 8th graders at the nearby Waynesville Middle School. Most of them are heavily involved in the Peacejam Program, which encourages them to find ways to advance peace in the world. This Saturday, through their initiative, groups in the county [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/02/peacejam-memories/</link>
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		<title>Obama&#8217;s Parliament</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In discussing our country’s Constitutional crisis last week I focused on the tension between our ideal of deliberative argument and conversation over against the realities of factional partisanship fueled by the desire for domination. Indeed, the ideal has always been a fragile, weak reed in the midst of the storms of human history. This Republic’s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/02/obamas-parliament/</link>
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		<title>Lie, lay, lain, laid, lied</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Beset for years by the popular destruction of English grammar (&#8221;lie and lay&#8221; being the bete noire) and dumbfounded by the sorry saga of John Edwards&#8217; scandalous behavior, I wrote this little poem that speaks from my quirky wordplay side. I am not sure which is less susceptible to improvement &#8212; our grammar or our [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/02/lie-lay-lain-laid-lied/</link>
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		<title>Earth Speaks in Haiti</title>
		<description><![CDATA[All our careful plans and fervent hopes are devastated by one brief shudder in earth’s crust. In the face of such appalling suffering and destruction, an offering of words seems an obscene gesture. Yet words must come, not only to spurn on our action, but to reconstruct the world of meaning which a cataclysm threatens. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.williameverett.com/2010/01/earth-speaks-in-haiti/</link>
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