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		<title>Ode to Nighthawks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Q: Is this a late lunch or an early dinner? A: There is no such thing as an early dinner. Night is limitless.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2011/12/27/ode-to-nighthawks/</link>
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		<title>Separation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What did everyone do after I left? Tell me everything. Fill in the gaps. Seep into my empty spaces. Pour it all out So I miss nothing.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2011/09/01/separation/</link>
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		<title>After the play</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This campus, this hill, is now a foggy ghost land. The universe is shut out tonight. I can now have my blurry intimacy with the immediate acre. Happy zombies are heard chattering down the hill, into the parking lot. No sound escapes into the atmosphere. Lambent, locked university buildings that I wander lonesomely among, you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2011/08/26/after-the-play/</link>
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		<title>Horror</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After years of experiencing it, the horror that is existence has permeated my soul. A few nights ago I had an especially bleak dream. Bottles lined up in a row on a windowsill, and me wafting from room to room to the kitchen with the window, looking at the bottles, facing the plain horror of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2009/04/23/horror/</link>
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		<title>Artist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am an artist. My medium is thought.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/12/10/artist/</link>
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		<title>Wordle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A wordle of isism.org.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/06/17/wordle/</link>
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		<title>Lexical Impotence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I enunciate how special Boston was to me. You nod. Lip-curve! Eyebrow-furrow! Feed on my bones And I shall still elude. Clueless curvy cathether! Too deep I fester, For your nose to curl.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/02/08/lexical-impotence/</link>
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		<title>And so it Goes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[November 15, 2007. Last furnished night in apartment. Enjoying my last two movies. Tomorrow is my last night. It&#8217;s a wet night, cloudy. Tall buildings across the river release customary mysterious steam from rooftops. Steam glows in beams of light, unites with clouds. Atmosphere of benevolent doom. Noir. Art Deco. No sign of life. Only [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/02/07/and-so-it-goes/</link>
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		<title>The Newspaper</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The newspaper is a shared heartbeat among all people. Our zeitgeist, my times; can you imagine a reunion of cosmic ghosts? Shadows of a planetful of people will converge. Oh, look at the fools that live today! How attached they are to what belongs to us. Rightfully. These were our stomping grounds. Some of us [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2007/02/27/the-newspaper/</link>
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		<title>Yes, Let&#8217;s!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Let&#8217;s investigate The meaning Of this poem. Yes, let&#8217;s!]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2006/11/05/yes-lets/</link>
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