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	<title>www.CaucasusNow.com &#187; Maral Bavakan</title>
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		<title>tonguage</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[take this distancespitbackwords that make sensederive meaning from instinctand not logictake this lossof languagei livein my always immigrantstatestepping on landmy bones have not yetturned to dust fortake this songthat livesinside my throatlet me scre...]]></description>
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		<title>of longing</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i dream of devouringthe red fruitmouththat breathesrelease into a homei do not go intoin your absencemade of nightand being unable to seeonly knowingmy own oceanof skinonlywhen you are the moonletting me back in]]></description>
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		<title>kitchen queen</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[my father told me to not look at the door for an answerthe day my husband beat me,&#160;told me to find myself a corner in the houseand cry.she puts down the eggs and tarragon wrapped in lavash,mixed with salt as regretful as tears,and pepper as passio...]]></description>
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		<title>poem to a photograph</title>
		<link>http://maralbavakan.blogspot.com/2012/01/p-h-o-t-o-b-y-s-v-e-t-l-n-a-n-t-o-n-y-n.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 00:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; p h&#160; o...]]></description>
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		<title>definitionz</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[               if i am the third world then the way  we have gotten used to is no longer the way because i am before the  number one, i am zero, round and circular, i complete the cycle, i am  before numbers were made up, before a billion dollars was n...]]></description>
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		<title>in-between land</title>
		<link>http://maralbavakan.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-between-land.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I like to tell myself (and others) that I am queer because of where I come from and the way that my identity in a changing political economy was formed. There was always a split, beginning with the fact that I was born female into a tradition that saw ...]]></description>
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		<title>Two Women</title>
		<link>http://maralbavakan.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-women.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My first friend in this country was a girl one year younger than me whose house my family and I stayed at for a month when we first arrived. Later we moved down the block from them, feeling secure in knowing another Armenian family so close by. This is...]]></description>
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		<title>Two Women</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My first friend in this country was a girl one year younger than me whose house my family and I stayed at for a month when we first arrived. Later we moved down the block from them, feeling secure in knowing another Armenian family so close by. This is...]]></description>
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		<title>conversation with my mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don't remember what sparked it when we began talking about my desire to change the world. This is always an opportunity for storytelling among my parents, my father especially. This time it was my mother who was beating down upon my dreams and hopes ...]]></description>
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		<title>race issues</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For a long time when I first came to this country I felt at ease checking the box next to "Caucasian" whenever I was filling out a form that asked for my information. In my mind, this word did not translate as "White," but as someone from the Caucasus,...]]></description>
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		<title>queer in the Diaspora</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I did not always consider myself a part of the Diaspora even though by definition, as soon as I set foot in New York City and began living here with my family, awaiting our green cards to transform into citizenships, I was a Diasporan. To me the Diaspo...]]></description>
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		<title>introduction: Identity</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 10:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Maral</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was not always like this, the quest for where I come from, digging for my Armenian roots. When my family and I immigrated to the United States in 1997, I was only ten years old and still very much in the dark about what it meant to be uprooted. I as...]]></description>
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