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	<title>until again</title>
	<link>http://dawnne.com</link>
	<description>...ramblings from the evenings before the mornings after</description>
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		<title>and so</title>
		<description><![CDATA[there are many things that come to mind, many things that seem to be, and the seeming is the arrival, and the arrival is the impetus behind other thoughts. there are days like this one, and in it, the seemings, disarranged, facilitate the extravagance of all that waits to be known. i try (and the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/07/and-so/</link>
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		<title>an amalgam of what failed to become</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i sit beneath the rain again. it pages down, an unwritten book that so many have read since time forgotten. on nights like this, it hollows crevices in my mind, and slowly fills them with melancholy, nostalgia, and stupidly even hope. i am of that nature, possessed of the ability to dream, but not only [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/07/an-amalgam-of-what-failed-to-become/</link>
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		<title>for a reason</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, I wonder why I do the things I do. I don&#8217;t refer to myself in the third person very much at all, but I do quite often stand outside myself and become at a loss for what&#8217;s going on inside. Perhaps my communicative problems from the past really are grounded within me. I think [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/07/for-a-reason/</link>
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		<title>crawl</title>
		<description><![CDATA[things like dreams and dreams like days and days like things i&#8217;ve never known. there are no in-betweens when everything keeps to the edges. and there are no divisions when everything subverts everything else. but there are no dreams, not truly. there are memories and a confluence of biochemical processes. there are phrases turned in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/07/crawl/</link>
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		<title>of rain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[it&#8217;s raining again, like it always does. not really, of course. no, never quite really, but it&#8217;s raining again, like it does, like it has, like it will. i can see it: a small storm, far off, looking like some sort of soft, harmless little thing&#8230;.a thing i would like to be in, despite the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/05/of-rain/</link>
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		<title>within the realms of former things</title>
		<description><![CDATA[over time, the black moon came to mean several things to me, but it started as being directly representative of an eclipse, and therefore for eclipsed thoughts: forms of creation which existed internally but never made it to the light of day. had blogging been around (read: common) back then (the mid-to-late 1980's), i'd have been one of the most prolific bloggers on the planet, but even then, there still would have been creations that fell beneath the black moon. poems in particular had a peculiar tendency to creep up on me when i had no way to write them down, and songs seemed to always wait until i was either out of music paper or far away from any musical instrument.]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/04/within-the-realms-of-former-things/</link>
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		<title>gone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[days pass by: &#8220;cover me: let me hide.&#8221; fade away into the world ~ it shall be this way (somewhere). and there: there is someone who loves me ~ i don&#8217;t know how. tell me, what can i do? (this need for love&#8230;.) i have fallen in this sway ~ someway. and days pass by: [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/04/gone/</link>
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		<title>there</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We live between its gusts, among the shadows of the cold stones, much as we live within the wind, the mist, and the rain.]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/04/there/</link>
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		<title>inconclusory evidence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We live, in truth, at the mercy of the nearly unpredictable collisions between the confluences in our thoughts and the myriad of ways we fail to enact their visions. And there is more to all this, so much more, than all the dreams and vision-quests might ever hope to conjure.]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/04/inconclusory-evidence/</link>
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		<title>catching up is hard to do</title>
		<description><![CDATA[today is catch-up day. not that there&#8217;s much time for it with two podcasts today, and we lost an hour, to boot. but that&#8217;s the general idea. i&#8217;ve got an indoor soccer game coming up soon, and time with the kids right after that before the first radio show. shit. we just did the time-change [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://dawnne.com/2010/03/catching-up-is-hard-to-do/</link>
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