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	<title>J. Roitner Writes</title>
	<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog</link>
	<description>Short Stories and Poems</description>
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		<title>my lesson</title>
		<description>    
 
MY LESSON
 
 My last brushstroke gave the facade of a paint store a new look.  The yellow colour was screaming throughout the town but it was the managers choice, not mine.  In addition, I had to install a sign above the entrance. 
    Again I climbed up the step ...</description>
		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=70</link>
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		<title>characters</title>
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 MANIPULATORS

are in constant motion –     
discontent with matters 
the way they have become;
they must alter current stuff.
Their aim is not, to change 
the chaos into order,
repair the broken – 
mend the torn or beautify 
the average or ugly:
 
Their goal is to render words,
change, remodel sentences 
and tailor facts to their ...</description>
		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=59</link>
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		<title>characters</title>
		<description>COMPULSIVE LIARS
will change what passes through 
their blunt, judgmental mind that suffers 
blindness to reality, alike a colour, 
perceived to one’s eye as red, when 
in fact it is green or something else that
we do not know, because we cannot  see 
into the other minds, nor have a reference 
to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=55</link>
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		<title>sing to the wall a Requiem</title>
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SING TO THE WALL A REQUIEM,

a wall, dividing you and me -
dividing us since I remember.
Once I assumed that you were I,
until it proved that suspicion looked,
secretly, through mirrors loopholes,
striking me as a game
one grows tired of.

Sing to the walls, invisible,
raised between mankind -
dividing him since ancient time;
sing to the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=52</link>
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		<title>forcast</title>
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FORECAST

Time is running out, Man,
Noah said,
when he built his Ark.
It is an assumption that life
hung on a thread then -
but time kept running.


Time is running out, Man,
Saint John said
in the book of Revelation.
For millenniums other prophets
proclaimed
the images of Armageddon,
have warned of earthquakes,
floods,
disease,
falling of stars,
fire and brimstone
on last judgement's day.

Heralds of ...</description>
		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=49</link>
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		<title>cruel is the leson of the play</title>
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CRUEL IS THE LESSON OF 

         THE PLAY

The Stage is set
four metres off the floor:
Windowpanes in frames of steel -
seven vertical as A,B,C,D,E,F,G, -
and nine horizontal in a row, which
sums up to sixty and three squares.

A sheet of plastic, transparent, is
taped on window panes, except at
lower left, on pane One ...</description>
		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=45</link>
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		<title>ALMOST INVISIBLE</title>
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  ALMOST INVISIBLE
Short Story
 
The low-pitched buzzer hums at 3:00 p.m., someone yells "Break-time!" 
I turn my head and look for my co-worker, Brian. He is late but supposed to relief me at this large, four-colour printing press.  He believes it is OK to be late, since I let it usually pass, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=14</link>
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		<title>LITTLE DEVILS</title>
		<description>mischievous
light fires
at all corners
of the earth

images that amuse
when seen from outside
appearing like some comic-strips

but within the blazes burn
as senseless hell

eyes go astray
and what is called soul
becomes tormented

brains evaporate
by the glow of torturous tools
and charity plunges
into the pit
destination
cancer

at all corners
of the earth
devils
light
fires

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		<link>http://www.roitnergallery.com/Blog/?p=7</link>
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