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    <title>Gather: Articles by Charles William Hoffman</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Charles William Hoffman</description>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 02:21:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Single Word Challenge - Father</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977359301</link>
      <description>Oh, stop that, Carl. Stop that now.       
 You toil while we drink our fill. 
 Those worries in the end do kill. 
 Be seated and keep clean your troubled brow. 
 Standing is for . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 06:30:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-02T06:30:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Green River Cemetery</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977325335</link>
      <description>Beside a river green and, 
                     An old dusty path, 
 Lies the end of all things known. 
 Still stone and earth . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:35:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977325335</guid>
      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-16T22:35:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Red-Eye</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977299455</link>
      <description>The row of silence 
 Strikes the aisles 
 The harmless violence 
 Of empty smiles 
 Of furrowed brows 
 Of pushing plows 
 Of stony eyes 
 Of servant skies 
 Their life is one of labor 
  
 The light seems . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 23:20:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-01T23:20:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Single Word Challenge</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977285903</link>
      <description>The Sorrows of a Lingering Sailor   
  
 And the failed fisherman walks along the docks by night 
 A cough in his mouth and a flameless cigarette in his hand 
 He doesn't need another drag to bring . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 20:44:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-16T20:44:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Single Word Challenge</title>
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      <description>Sandmen 
 
   we're powdery people  
 that wake up at night 
 sit on our ankles 
 and crumble in fright 
 invisible sisters 
 glances give chase 
 droplets of destiny 
 in watery fates 
 smooth through . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 00:07:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977280156</guid>
      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-10T00:07:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Oasis in the Woods</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977249649</link>
      <description>The moth fluttered, flying sporadically in all directions. Its chaotic movement made the boy assume the moth lacked a destination. It appeared to be stumbling through the air, spiraling like a descending . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 02:51:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977249649</guid>
      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-05T02:51:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>More from the MOMA: The Park</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977244948</link>
      <description>While at the MOMA I wrote this poem in response to Gustav Klimt's &amp;quot;The Park&amp;quot; 
  
 You know nothing of eyes 
 You square and bushy tree. 
  
 You exist and perplex 
 You insensative conundrum . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:26:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977244948</guid>
      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-31T02:26:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reflections of Clouds on the Water-lily Pond</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977244887</link>
      <description>I was at the MOMA today; there I saw Claude Monet's &amp;quot;Reflections of Clouds on the Water-lily Pond&amp;quot; and wrote this poem sitting on the bench, looking at the enchanting piece: 
  
 To captivate . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 00:51:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977244887</guid>
      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-31T00:51:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Modern Monster: Part 2</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977243005</link>
      <description>This is the follow-up to a poem I wrote called modern monster.  

 A Lingering Voice 
 
 A nephew's knowledge burns through my mind, silencing surplus voices. 
 After carnage, after death, still . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 02:05:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-29T02:05:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Modern Monster</title>
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      <description>It began as a comment but now that I've written this whole poem and a follow-up I feel inclined to make it its own article 

  Buried beneath myself 
 In the coffin of my mind 
 Lives a second self . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:59:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-29T01:59:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>RE: Religion, religion...</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977241930</link>
      <description>&amp;quot;Religion,religion... as a philosopher, I don't believe you can give religion, orany God of a religion, a specific name without people fighting overwhat names to use, even though they all seem . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 23:47:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-27T23:47:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Wig for Natalie</title>
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      <description>&amp;quot;I'm bald!&amp;quot; The girl exclaimed as her blatant blonde hair flapped to the rhythm of her panicked skipping. Her long, youthful legs stumbled over each other, resulting in a beautifully disorganized . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 03:45:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-26T03:45:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Jeremy</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977240485</link>
      <description>His mother always used to joke, &amp;quot;It's a miracle you graduated preschool.&amp;quot;  
  
 Jeremy never laughed. His deficiency never seemed funny to him. &amp;quot;It may not seem like a big deal to you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 03:21:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-26T03:21:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Flogging in Thy Name</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977240407</link>
      <description>A pious man, a happy christian, married early, married young. His wife birthed him a son within nine months of matrimony. The first son he named Matthew, and the next Mark, then Luke, then John. His wife . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 01:32:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-26T01:32:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Through blinking eyes we may be missed,</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977239620</link>
      <description>Through blinking eyes we may be missed,  
to wither and die is all we do. 
From womb to tomb, we're quickly thrown;  
our cradles are our caskets. 
Those that sleep beneath our feet, 
Are nascent and . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 06:58:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles William Hoffman</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-25T06:58:07Z</dc:date>
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