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		<title>timothy robert graham // a beggar&#8217;s bread ep</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Occasionally I post links to songs, videos, poetry, or prose that stick in my head. 
&#8220;In my arms, you&#8217;ll find your peace&#8221; (from A Wretch Like Me) is as good of a line as any for a holiday season where so many are hurting.
Since I first listened the other day, that one line is the one that I come back to the most. It reminds me that our (my) peace isn&#8217;t permanent outside of the arms where we (I) belong. 
You can download the EP here.
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		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/11/30/timothy-robert-graham-a-beggars-bread-ep/</link>
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		<title>on self-worth and cigarettes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Draw what it feels like when you&#8217;re not able to write,&#8221; Amy told me.
&#8220;Do what?
&#8220;Just draw it. It can be whatever you want. I&#8217;m going to the restroom.&#8221;
She was trying to help me overcome my &#8220;writer&#8217;s block&#8221;. I stared at my pint glass, almost empty, before taking the last sip. There were dollar bills with people&#8217;s names, or football teams, or hometowns written on them, stapled to the walls and ceiling. A man sat down two stools to my left and asked the bartender how many were up there. I ...]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/10/01/on-self-worth-and-cigarettes/</link>
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		<title>sitting on stoops</title>
		<description><![CDATA[where early-morning life is poured
into porcelain mugs
and quickly cools against the coming season.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/09/30/sitting-on-stoops/</link>
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		<title>August</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ It’s raining outside, sheets of rain coming down, drowning everything. I’m reading verses about peace and comfort and a future, but none of it is making any sense today.
“My help comes from the Lord.”
“He will not allow your foot to slip.”
“The Lord will protect you from all evil.”
“I will make up to you for the years the swarming locusts have eaten.”
It’s all pretty frustrating right now.
I saw a woman the other day and it looked like she was having to blow through a tube to propel her wheelchair down ...]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/09/28/on-august-2006/</link>
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		<title>breathing through blankets</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In memory of Corion, a favorite SideWalk Chalk student who passed away July 10, 2011, 
and for all of the kids who still get to be a part of our lives today.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/09/16/breathing-through-blankets/</link>
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		<title>dads.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On Mother's Day, I posted about both of the women who have been mothers in my life: my birth mother, Vicki, and my adopted mother, Barbara.

Now it's time to honor the men that have been a father to me. ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/06/17/dads/</link>
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		<title>moms.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’ve spent a lot of time over the last four years working with kids. Some come from great families. Some from families that are just trying to hold it all together. Some don’t even know what the word “family” means. 
I’m really lucky. I have two: my birth parents- still together- John and Vicki, and my “adopted parents,” Buddy and Barbara. They didn’t adopt me. I adopted them.
I could write about all the ways both sets have been there for me. But, it’s Mother’s Day weekend, so dads are getting ...]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/05/06/moms/</link>
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		<title>on balance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
 
A beat up truck pulled into the middle of the field in Afghanistan during half-time, and a man and woman, both blindfolded and screaming, were pushed out. Another man, holding a microphone, told the crowds watching from the stands the sins of the two prisoners. Before he finished speaking, the guards escorting the two picked up their stones. They hurled them at two faces, two backs, two chests.
The whole thing was hard to watch, really, even in a movie theater when you knew the people were actors. I glanced ...]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/04/22/on-balance/</link>
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		<title>on restoration</title>
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John + MJ from Pistil Films on Vimeo.
video: jade sullivan
photo: ben williams
song: kurt vile
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		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/04/21/on-restoration-5/</link>
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		<title>Ron Judd from Seattle Times on Three Cups of Deceit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I thought this was interesting this morning: Ron Judd, staff columnist at The Seattle Times asked a similar question in today&#8217;s paper that I asked yesterday: Do author&#8217;s fabrications undo his good deeds?
I understand Mortenson&#8217;s claim of and right for &#8220;literary license,&#8221; and if the purpose was to just to sell books, the practice is questionable at best. But when the story is spoken as truth at fundraising events, and then money given to charity is used to promote and buy more books to keep it at the top of ...]]></description>
		<link>http://www.johncaspian.com/2011/04/20/ron-judd-from-seattle-times-on-three-cups-of-deceit/</link>
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