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<description>JO JANOSKI resides in Pittsburgh, PA, USA with her husband, Ron.</description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/</link>

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<title>Another blog</title>

<description>Check out my other blog!

http://jojanoskiblog.blogspot.com/</description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/3026/</link>

<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 07:28:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>The Yellow Blouse</title>

<description>For Musecrafters Challenge:


The Yellow Blouse by William Merritt Chase

The Yellow Blouse


Sister dear, why stare you so
with eyes of coal?
Blackest black, deadened by woe
bulleting soul.

Tightened smile, eyes shooting pain,
what makes you sad?
Yellow blouse hides well your strain</description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/3013/</link>

<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 08:18:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Why eat canned soup?</title>

<description>Excuse me while I digress...

Why eat canned soup?



Why do we eat canned soup? The question occurred to me as I bent over my bowl of Campbell's vegetable soup. The discarded can on the sink stared back as I sipped. I studied the condensed soup blobs spilled on top of the ubiquitous Campbell'</description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2990/</link>

<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 08:25:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Night Terrors...part 2...the story</title>

<description>The second part, story part, of a Musecrafters Challenge

Night Terrors   

I stretched on my bed, alone, as the clock ticked. Radiant moonlight drenched me in its glow, like icy murmurs of ghosts outside swishing in the snow. I don't know why I imagined them as playful, &quot;swishing&quot; in </description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2981/</link>

<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 07:52:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Night Terrors</title>

<description>
The assignment poem, a Jozzonet
Night Terrors

Alone as the clock ticks
I stretch on my bed
drenched by full moon radiance
frigid as icy murmurs
as ghosts go swishing in snow. 
But what interest have I in ghosts?
As ghosts go swishing in snow 
frigid as icy murmurs
drenched by full moon</description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2975/</link>

<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:59:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Powdered Sugar Donuts</title>

<description>A write for the Musecrafters Writing Workshop:

(Okay, so I'm still searching for my &quot;inner Bob&quot;--here is my first attempt, not intellectual enough, I know)


Powdered Sugar Donuts


&quot;I promise no new taxes and we'll have a balanced budget!&quot; His words, sailing out over th</description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2941/</link>

<pubDate>Mon, 5 Nov 2007 07:42:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Unwelcome Guest</title>

<description>She's out there peeking...


The Red Cape by Claude Monet


Unwelcome Guest

Eyes questioning, wrapped in red
Barricade of black with lace
Glass still lets me see her face
Peeking as I dread.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
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<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2927/</link>

<pubDate>Sun, 4 Nov 2007 06:37:00 -0600</pubDate>

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<title>Daybreak</title>

<description>A Musecrafters Writing Workshop Challenge

Daybreak by Tashami Acura


Daybreak

Blushing hues
Mumble shy beauty
Steeped in morning's groggy hymn
Blessed stillness before sun intrudes
Rays shouting, bumping, staring
Quietude banished
By fury.


Copyright 2007 JO Janoski




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<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2915/</link>

<pubDate>Sat, 3 Nov 2007 09:20:00 -0500</pubDate>

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<title>More Chain Fiction</title>

<description>More good reading at Chain Fiction, a collaboration between me and another writer. What a story! </description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2899/</link>

<pubDate>Sat, 3 Nov 2007 07:31:00 -0500</pubDate>

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<title>An Interview and a Great Magazine</title>

<description>It isn't often I am interviewed and the finished product expresses exactly what I meant to say. Many thanks to Harry Furness for accomplishing that  amazing feat for Word Catalyst magazine. I highly recommend the column. In fact, I urge  you to read the entire magazine. It is chock full of entertain</description>

<link>http://www.musecrafters.com/jojanoski/2887/</link>

<pubDate>Thu, 1 Nov 2007 06:50:00 -0500</pubDate>

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