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		<title>Bear Child by Alexa Seidel</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I was born an orphan a wild and savage tiny thing and you caught me looking up hunger making my eyes wide You took pity on me, Ursa Major, Big Bear, nursed me with the warm cream of your stars, wrapped your shining paws around me and licked me clean with your comet tail [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beauty Remembers, by Sara Norja</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beauty Remembers I. Kindling to anger like August wood, your mountain-storm voice drained and drowned me - Yes. I&#8217;ll admit I was afraid, at first, when they brought me to your house. II. Your love of the roses puzzled me. They never suffered from your whims, unlike the servants. I watched you tend them with [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Cat and the Toad, by James Hutchings</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[THE CAT AND THE TOAD At the dawn of the world on a tree-sheltered road an agreeable cat met a horrible toad. When the cat saw its neighbor it fearfully shook for in those days all creatures would act as they looked and the toad was all warty, and bulging, and slimy. The trembling cat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beyond the Great Turtle by WC Roberts</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The world on the backs of elephants  standing room only on the Great Turtle, Akapara praying she does not dive again into eternity but not the Brahmin riding on the roof of the train car smoking a cigarette and looking down on the Ganges, the world-source choked with sludge and affluence. We take the subcontinent [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Temporal Velocity Theory by J. Michael Shell</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Temporal Velocity Theory (Applied in Relative Poetical Mathematics) All of accumulated time (including all of anticipated time), expressed as an infinite line of points progressing through itself at the speed of light, is equal to a single point along the same line progressing at the speed of thought. THEREFORE The speed of thought is equal [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Samhain Stew</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Saute an chopped onion in some butter. To me, a soup recipe should always start with onion in butter, and then add something, anything, it doesn&#8217;t really matter. But for this soup, you&#8217;re going to add pork. I don&#8217;t know how much pork, as much as you have.  You would be hard pressed to add [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rods and Reels by Elizabeth Barrette</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When the Goddess of Light dropped the rod of glass with which she controlled the sun, it shattered into a million splinters raining down from the brilliant sky, each one remaining a magic rod in its own right. When the splinters fell on the heads of women, they became rod cells, inserting their subtle vision [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Emotional Life in the Universe by Jim Mann</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Instead of noisy static, we hear clear beats grouped in patterns of seven and eleven. Our entire team is galvanized; not even the frequent napper holds back to see who gets to break this code. At last this is the breech in the chaos where we’ve plunged our heads for years. If this is more [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mermaid by Colleen Anderson</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[MERMAID (villanelle) &#160; She slips beyond the reach of man in torpid heat he kneels to pray bright-eyed, fevered upon the sand &#160; He casts hook and line with firm hand in frothing water day by day she slips beyond the reach of man &#160; He feels the curse as if a brand the distant [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Assumptions of Precedence, by Elizabeth Barrette</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2012 14:56:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The red-tailed hawk searches the air for thermals, its pinions fingering the alien sky. It shoulders its way past pink clouds and soars in lazy spirals above the thorny blue plain. The scientists watch earnestly, their eyes pressed to binoculars, hands tapping at keyboards. No motion of prey is visible through the dense foliage. A [...]]]></description>
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