<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss xmlns:xsi="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema-instance" xmlns:xsd="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema" version="2.0"><channel><title>WISE LIFE Articles - Brought to you by JoeUser</title><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/rss/articles</link><copyright>© 2006 - 2008 Stardock Corporation. All rights reserved.</copyright><description>THE FINAL ADVENTURES OF Mason, Balliol, Sully, Tommy and some new friends too</description><language>en-us</language><pubDate>2008-08-30T11:08:24</pubDate><lastBuildDate>2008-08-30T11:08:24</lastBuildDate><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><generator>Stardock Rss Generator v1.0, Andrew Powell</generator><managingEditor>info@stardock.com</managingEditor><webMaster>apowell@stardock.com</webMaster><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/320563</comments><description><![CDATA[One day, in the middle of Keisha Darrow&rsquo;s thirtieth year, as she was drying dishes, she immediately stopped. She stood at the sink for a long while, looking out of the curtained window onto the driveway. She didn&rsquo;t even focus at first. It was all blurs. It was all vague shapes. She heard nothing. Then she just heard noise, all disconnected from everything else.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She heard her son. She heard Mason say something. And then...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/320563</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/320563</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>chapter five beginning</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/319149</comments><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;it is fearful, I was a mirror, an individual,&rdquo;cries the shallow rock pool, &ldquo;now infinity&nbsp;claims me; I am everything? But nothing&rdquo;;peace, salt, you were never as useful as all that,&nbsp;peace, flower, you are one of a thousand-thousand others,peace, shallow pool, be lost.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&ldquo;And that&rsquo;s your favorite poem,&rdquo; John remarked, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &l...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/319149</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/319149</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>CHAPTER FOUR conclusion</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/318476</comments><description><![CDATA[Sully was getting up from the table when Mason signaled to him.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sully raised an eyebrow and came over, his face amazed.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Can I talk to you a second?&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Yeah, sure, Mase. You know you can.&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;It&rsquo;s just&h...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/318476</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/318476</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>CHAPTER FOUR</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/317573</comments><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;I WISH YOU WERE COMING with us,&rdquo; Sully said as Matt was getting ready to leave the Darrow house.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Yeah, Matt,&rdquo; Mason joined in. &ldquo;I mean, we&rsquo;re only going to look at the house we&rsquo;re all going to end up living in. And no parents. That&rsquo;s the best part. Dad and Mom were going to come down, but they decided to do it on their own time. They&rsquo;re letting us make the purchase.&rdquo;&nb...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/317573</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/317573</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>CHAPTER FOUR</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/316298</comments><description><![CDATA[Upstairs Bonnie Metzger looked in the mirror. She was eighteen, but looked a little older, he eyes were weak because of tears and also because the mascara she usually wore was gone. She&rsquo;d dyed her hair black, but that just looked ridiculous now, and she hadn&rsquo;t bathed since yesterday. She could smell herself. She didn&rsquo;t care.&ldquo;Swain, thank you for being here.&rdquo;To Swain, her friend sounded different. Her voice was lighter. Bonnie just kept running her hands up and down ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/316298</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/316298</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>more wise life</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/314428</comments><description><![CDATA[Adam Bannerjee was coming out of the washroom when he almost bumped into Dan.&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry man.&rdquo;&ldquo;It&rsquo;s all right,&rdquo; Dan brushed it aside. &ldquo;Plus, I wanted to thank you. For the job and everything.&rdquo;&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; Adam smiled, embarrassed, &ldquo;it&rsquo;s not like I gave it to you.&rdquo;&ldquo;You gave Savannah the application and you gave me the interview and&hellip; I really needed it. Not just for the money, but also to get outside of myself.&rd...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/314428</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/314428</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>CHAPTER THREE</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/313907</comments><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Now, I am in charge.&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;In charge of what?&rdquo; said Tommy.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Addison began to answer that, but in the mirror he saw Tommy&rsquo;s reflection grinning and said, &ldquo;After eighteen years I finally realize you&rsquo;re not even a fourth as stupid as you pretend to be, Dwyer.&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/313907</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/313907</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>CHAPTER THREE</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/313092</comments><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Guys!&rdquo;&nbsp; Matt went down the hall into the back of the house.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mason&rsquo;s door was open and Matt could hear:&nbsp;Many nights we prayed with no proof anyone could hearIn our hearts a hoped for song we barely understood&nbsp;Now we are not afraidalthough we know there&rsquo;s much to fearWe were moving mountains long before we knew we could&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sw...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/313092</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/313092</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>chapter 2 the rest of it</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/311859</comments><description><![CDATA[Dan came into Mason&rsquo;s room with the phone Wednesday morning.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t know the phone rang,&rdquo; Mason said, sitting up and taking it from his uncle&rsquo;s hand. &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t know you were here, either,&rdquo; he whispered as he turned his attention to the call and said, &ldquo;Hello?&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Is this Mason Darrow?&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbs...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/311859</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/311859</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>chapter 2</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/311117</comments><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;So, Mason,&rdquo; Dan was saying as they were sweeping up the garage, &ldquo;How is Savannah doing?&rdquo;&ldquo;She&rsquo;s good.&rdquo;&ldquo;She&rsquo;s not still with that Bobby guy, is she?&rdquo;&ldquo;No.&rdquo;&ldquo;Good, he was an asshole.&rdquo;Dan stopped and struck a pose, rubbing his chin.&ldquo;So... if I gave her a call?&rdquo;&ldquo;Uh&hellip;&rdquo; &ldquo;Uh&hellip; what?&rdquo;Mason looked for a way to phrase this.&ldquo;You could call her,&rdquo; he said, at last. &ld...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/311117</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/311117</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>WISE LIFE</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310869</comments><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Goddamn, I wonder if she knows. I wonder how miserable they&rsquo;ll-&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ruth Balliol came to the door, knocking lightly on the lentil.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Mom?&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Lincoln, you&rsquo;ve got company.&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Well, the more...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310869</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310869</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>WISE LIFE</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310062</comments><description><![CDATA[I don't know exactly who I'm talking to. When I'm writing I never know who I'm writing to, but I imagine I know who I wish I'm writing too. And I have a belief that in the magical act of writing I may even create the audience I seek. If I write and write you will be born. I believe you are already born and my fingers on the keyboards might be a song that you hear with your super super inner ear.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How do I see you? You are gay and at the end of gayness, to a place where that word...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310062</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310062</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>QUEER COUNTRY</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310061</comments><description><![CDATA[When Dan was sent to The Experimental School, they told him he couldn&rsquo;t play Malcolm X in the school play during Black History Month.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;Why not?&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The whole class burst out laughing.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;That&rsquo;s enough!&rdquo; Mrs. Castaneda told them all, and then explained, as gently as possi...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310061</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/310061</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>WISE LIFE</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/309813</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;Originally, Sullivan Reardon didn’t like day care. Both his parents worked. That was just the way of it. One day his mother dropped him off at the YMCA and he cried and cried in a corner. He thought that if he cried hard enough she would show up. She did not.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mrs. Eden, the old Black woman who cared for them, came to him while he was crying on the mat and said, “If you don’t stop crying, I’ll give you something to cry about,...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/309813</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/309813</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>WISE LIFE</title></item><item><author>Ennarath</author><comments>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/173948</comments><description><![CDATA[HERE''S THE END OF WILD LIFE]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/173948</guid><link>http://ennarath.joeuser.com/article/173948</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 07:08:26 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-08-30T11:08:26</pubDateParsed><title>END OF WILD LIFE</title></item></channel></rss>