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	<title>West Desert Journal by Nathan Cowlishaw &#187; Poems</title>
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		<title>In Canyonlands</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 02:49:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let&#8217;s run that river when it&#8217;s the muddiest wild through the hell of Cataract Canyon and listen to the roaring song in the heart of the candled night. Written by Nathan Cowlishaw]]></description>
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		<title>On the Railroad Tracks</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2010/09/28/on-the-railroad-tracks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 12:04:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let the starlight capture your gaze tonight where happiness never sleeps and dreams never soften. A heart that is pure cannot deny the truth of what was real, and I love life because of what may be? Never forget the memories as they come and go and flee… Written by Nathan Cowlishaw]]></description>
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		<title>The Outlaw Coyote Kate</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2009/02/19/the-outlaw-coyote-kate/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 03:38:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a few words to keepin it short My heart trembles for Coyote Kate. In winter, the wind whistles over the dark Uintahs through steep strange canyons of sandstone and shadow. The beauty of that country is composed of lost gold mines, dinosaur graves and chocked oil deposits - a wild territory haunted by coyotes, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Reality of Freedom</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 17:40:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay, I had a wild hair to break out of my shell of conformity and write a few words here on Freedom. I&#8217;m talking True Freedom and how it feels. First comes courage and faith to think outside the box and to be different from all the others. Freedom is finding the courage to really [...]]]></description>
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		<title>King of Trees</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 18:45:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It has become Methuselah while the sweat of black sun drips from its wooden claws which break timeless howling winds Daily the cloud people travel beyond its barren branches into the ages of silence On the furthest edges of God&#8217;s Holy Imagination stands the test of time With dark sandstone plateaus below and High above [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Candled Night</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2008/01/10/in-the-candled-night/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 01:19:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is a candled night in dreams they sleep vast distances lay between the firelight dances in their minds with each passing hour the dream fades then grows an empty void fills the interior walls of yesteryear even yesterday a vision of pairs walks carefully down an imagined street the soft candled sky shows fiery [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Between Birth and Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 20:50:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My love of life is incredible and God made me into a pillar of light. Because I am happy to be free, to roam the quiet folds of reality, to travel the haunted night. I drive a small vehicle down the back roads and dirt roads of a big sky desert. My time is short [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Little Poem</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/11/05/the-little-poem/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 19:44:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is a rainbow over yonder it sings for you. Through stands of Ponderosa the same light creeps across your bare feet. While you sift the soft fertileness. Written by Nathan Cowlishaw]]></description>
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		<title>Wagon of Ashes</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/10/18/wagon-of-ashes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:58:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[inside the doorway of the traveling sky, there is quiet peace in this world. although there is a lonely wagon filled with ashes it wonders past sea and mountain, and through the valleys. when it gets dark and black. without sight, does it wonder and cannot find peace. the children that knew, are crying, while [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Go into the Wilderness My Friend</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/10/18/go-into-the-wilderness-my-friend/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:46:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dream of the old way., Vanish into the back woods. The power of the wind is strong. There is a shadow in the trees. The powerful mystery speaks. Dream of the spirit life Where boundless solitude is found. Go into the desert alone Because it is calling you. There’s a spirit home for every soul. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Sound is Strong</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/10/16/the-sound-is-strong/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 03:05:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The sky is full of storm, As I retire for the night, listening to the dense wind blow. The rain begins to tap the house. This past summer the trees were buzzing with ghosts. And there on the edges of reality a fiery noise did grow. The noise is unquiet. Listen as the coyotes howl&#8230; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Supernatural Wind</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/09/20/a-supernatural-wind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 04:33:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The ferocious wind whips through tree branches. I close my eyes and imagine it&#8217;s a dark and supernatural wind blowing civilization into oblivion. The wind is singing, howling, and rushing. The sound is perfect, superb, and beautiful. Into the ocean deep mind, I descend remembering ancient days. It is summoning the anarchy that burns in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Slow Moving Storm</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2007/02/15/slow-moving/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 05:40:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Buzzing power lines cut the wind The wind howls and moans as darkness grows. Winter pushes spring feelings away, And brings dark cloud ships that hug mountains, shrouding them in eerie mist. Fog enters the desert basin. Mule Deer gather in cottonwood groves. Flakes of snow start to invade. The sun&#8217;s heat has faded. The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dreaming of the Afterlife</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2006/05/04/dreaming-of-the-afterlife/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2006 16:16:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A boy sat outside the village looking at the grave yard at the mesa&#8217;s edge. &#8220;What ever happened to the dead?&#8221; he pondered. &#8220;Are they living some where else far away?&#8221; Skeletons walking around after the day turns to night inspires the boy to dream of the darkness and deepness of rivers. &#8220;Are the dead [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Early Morning</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2006/05/01/the-early-morning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 03:58:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[dark rain clouds wander the blue sky making the dream come alive a vision of the land singing Then cries the raven from its hollow in the knarled tree that twists its branches into the ancient wind Thunder echoes way across the desert yonder farther than the eyes can see The black rock was the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Changes</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2006/04/26/changes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 04:26:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am wondering through what beauty is left&#8230; There is hardly a place to go where man has not intruded. Everything is changing. I dream of what happened long ago. What was Earth like then? There is a divine power today, not all is gone. I believe that the sky and the landscape will change. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Heart of a Resistant Land</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2006 04:38:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is gusty tonight, as the fiery sun sinks into the western mountains Stars flood heavens deep The ancient desert sings The voice of the mountain wails through the pinion singing with the streams of yellow grass and sage The basin below is cold and dusty The mountain wind moves all night The Coyotes run [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Destiny</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2006/04/18/the-wind-is-calling/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2006 00:50:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No person will hinder me from venturing into shadow creeping into the deeper wild where the wind sings ageless further ‘n further away from my captors &#8230;the wraiths of civilization No individual will persuade me from the call of creation forward, into beauty of earth and sky. Written by Nathan Cowlishaw]]></description>
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		<title>Phantoms of the Night</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2006/03/29/phantoms-of-the-night/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2006 22:18:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Way off in those mountains, Phantoms are better left unknown. The sun descends beneath the large red mesa, The clouds soak the sunset glare. It is silent, except for the thunderstorm. A beautiful purple thunderhead expands, Blue lightning ignites and echoes. Hear the wind, and the rain falling On the sandstone mesa. Smell the sage. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Deep in the Precambrian</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2006/02/10/deep-in-the-precambrian/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 05:59:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bottomless mountains rise above the Virgin River Gorge It is a strange day on top of Sullivan Canyon. Thick white crystalline ledges dive into precambrian hell. Pegmatite yields pomegranate beads of rich garnet. Teethy shadows cling to desert oak with fingernails. Manzanita grows exceptionally thick in twisty stands, hard to push my sweaty body through. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ravens on the Arizona Strip</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2006/01/26/ravens-on-the-arizona-strip/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 19:29:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An Amazing world, this little earth strange and magnificent. We were headed to Toroweap Thousands of ravens planed the sky against orange and yellow clouds. They followed us. Timeless things await. So, how do humans stew over the most simple things, such as daily life in a town? I refuse to assimilate. The raven windows [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Travelers</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 03:40:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Going back in time, the soft clouds rewind quickly to those passed centuries. The sky is glowing and the power is sweet. Here they come, people moving across the land, carrying their babes, moving to lower ground for the winter. The sky is always turquoise blue, and the junipers grow wild. They travel passed the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ghost Stranger</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/10/29/tree-man/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:47:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The horned creature draws near His eyes sockets are filled with dust. Something dashes through through the trees, laughing The visitor has come. The painted female and male are holding hands. The thunderbird dances. The images are animating. The pinions grow exceptionally thick. The dead are visible from other dimensions. The crickets chant. Fearless whispers [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Crossing</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/09/16/the-crossing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 19:52:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The mountains are calling you brother Come, they are waiting. Come, there is a secret waiting. You must go to the crossing A child in dream visits the mountains converses with bears. There is no fear. Voices dance in shadows, deep below luminous peaks beneath the candled skies. Yonder the little mountain people dance they [...]]]></description>
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		<title>It is in Me</title>
		<link>http://talkingtree.org/journal/2005/09/01/voice-of-the-high-plateau/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 04:20:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathan Cowlishaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is windy tonight. The fiery sun sinks into the mountains of burnished slopes. Stars flood the heavens deep. The canyon voice whips through the Pinion and Juniper. The basin below is cold and dusty. The mountains are singing all night. Come to me, say the mountains, travel far into the wild where the unknown [...]]]></description>
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