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	<title>Matt Kane</title>
	<link>http://www.mattkane.com</link>
	<description>Artist &#124; Writer &#124; Painter</description>
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		<title>NOW OR NEVER</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s now or never for the swans in the sun, for the hogs on the run, for the white man singing of his triumphant tragedy spiraling the shower drain, through the drywall, out the window to empty meadows, waiting. The blue sky beckons to all and we dance our dancing bodies &#8217;round the flashbulbs of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/05/now-or-never/</link>
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		<title>POOLSIDE AT THE BELMONT HOTEL</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The orange moth flirted, wings fanned; Attracted by turquoise shimmers of glowing balls beneath the surface. And now she just floated, skimming the crestline of my hairy white gut. Sliding past her, stepping low and gliding lower until my mouth met a spider, dead at the deep end; The orange moth floats forever until the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/05/poolside-at-the-belmont-hotel/</link>
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		<title>THE SUN TODAY</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The sun today like yellow cellophane. We each sit, sipping hot coffee and digesting our digital lives. We each sit, performing passionless jobs; Knuckles at the ready before blank glowing cubes. The sun today, for some, will be all that was good; The others, I suppose, never woke up and they probably never will. Poetry [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/04/the-sun-today/</link>
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		<title>I pray for rain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I pray for rain. I pray for the excuse that keeps me from going out there, where the job waits and the hundreds of swarming fingers flinch at my skin, I wear like a loosely tied bathrobe. But the sun today shines and the bright gray turns to dim blue. I have to go out [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/04/i-pray-for-rain/</link>
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		<title>PEOPLE WITHOUT PASSION</title>
		<description><![CDATA[People without passion are like odorless farts. They make plenty of noise, but in the end, nobody cares that they hung around.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/03/people-without-passion/</link>
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		<title>for Angelina</title>
		<description><![CDATA[haters will hate, crickets will chirp, and your smile, like the sun, will rise and endure beyond their control.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/03/for-angelina/</link>
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		<title>OUTSIDE SUN</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Outside, the sun was wispy as spiderwebs, weeping beneath the weight of one thousand crows marching the horizon like tar and feathered skeleton soldiers. Outside, that sun— like so many gray skinned silhouettes of human beings, standing and waiting with no action and no hurry; Just leaning its worries on the wind; Just the melancholy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/03/outside-sun/</link>
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		<title>Consensus of the living</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Success is survival— and only attainable for limited amounts of time, which is final and finally immeasurable. Immortality belongs only to the living. Dead don’t count— and if they did, the living would surely put an end to them.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/03/consensus-of-the-living/</link>
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		<title>CHANGE</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They say that in the average life of a person from our generation, each of us will have passed through our pockets: 3 Indian Head Pennies, 2 Mercury Dimes, 1 Buffalo Nickel, and a lifetime of opportunity; If only we slowed down long enough to pay attention to our change.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/03/change/</link>
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		<title>A WEAK WINTER</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The sun is out this morning. My blinds are pulled open. Sitting here, shirt off, I remember I’d forgotten how good it feels. All I need now is a twirping bluebird and maybe the hum of a lawn mower; I’ll be transported back to my childhood bedroom in Illinois. Playing with wood blocks, admiring how [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mattkane.com/2012/03/a-weak-winter/</link>
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