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		<title>ain&#8217;t no cure for the summertime shoes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been really bad about keeping this site updated, but here are a couple more things I&#8217;ve written recently (depending on your definition of recent): First, I reviewed the strange and wonderful Thai film Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past lives. Then, a little while later, I checked out Outwards Books, Milwaukee&#8217;s first and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2011/08/aint-no-cure/</link>
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		<title>beanism &amp; the new new</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ladies and gentlemen! Come one, come all! The new issue of Mung Being has hit the cybershelves, and not only does it feature a ton of great prose, poetry, essays, art and music, it also features a poem by little old me!]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2011/02/beanism-the-new-new/</link>
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		<title>jawbone symphony</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A poem of mine was recently published in the amazing, beautiful journal Humble Humdrum Cotton Frock 3. You can order a copy here, at the Plumberries Press page.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/12/jawbone-symphony/</link>
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		<title>Smoove javv</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here is a piece I wrote about the Milwaukee Network for Social Change and the Wright Street Resource Center.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/09/smoove-javv/</link>
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		<title>two poems</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Scorched Earth Love Song #2 Here: a song for charred blackened flesh for reclamation by earth and sound helicopters buzzing like electric bonesaws teeth biting sucking bittersweet marrow watching sunsets with hopeless fervor hollowing out homes beneath great dark trees sap like ogre blood dripping down arboreal tongues clenched fist tight around thoughtless mind harrowing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/08/two-poems/</link>
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		<title>better late than never</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ZolaZZola Jesus Zola Jesus ZZZZZollllaaaaa Jjjjjesssssuuuss. Zola Jesus. In the weeks since writing this review, I&#8217;ve become pretty much obsessed. Her entire oeuvre is amazing, and her Stridulum EP will lodge itself in your brain permanently. To wit:]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/08/better-late-than-never/</link>
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		<title>I like to eat tacos</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lightning Bolt review here. Quest for Fire eulogy here.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/07/i-like-to-eat-tacos/</link>
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		<title>On Twitter Fiction</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For a long time, I struggled with how to use my Twitter account. For the most part, everything it was capable of, I could also do with Facebook, and I liked that Facebook also had all the backend stuff. The pictures, the lists of interests, the discussion boards. Twitter just seemed rather pointless, so I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/07/on-twitter-fiction/</link>
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		<title>third twitter story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Debridement He sits, he stares, he empties the contents of his nose into a wad of already-damp tissue. He crumples the wad. He considers saving it in his pocket for later use. Could the tissue withstand another attack? He puts it in his pocket. He thinks about churches. He still smells her on himself. He [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/07/third-twitter-story/</link>
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		<title>second twitter story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Distraction He only writes about neon signs any more. The signs and their flickering. It depresses him, makes him think about jumping off a bridge. These days, it seems, he even thinks in cliches. In his mind, however, he does not die upon hitting the water, nor is he dashed on a sharp, stony crag. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elmwood-townhall.com/2010/07/second-twitter-story/</link>
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