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		<title>Adams, Danny: &#8220;Next August&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 15:54:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vylar Kaftan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
      We asked them to come, once,
      settle with us and share our lives
      in peace, and peace is what we&#8217;ve known

      sometimes &#8212; but the longest days, years,
      we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Barrette, Elizabeth: &#8220;Heaven Spent&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 12:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Heaven Spent
by Elizabeth Barrette
What happens to a whore’s guardian angel?
Does he give up?  Does     he get lost?
Does he get into nightly fights with the devil
Sitting pretty on her other     shoulder, and wake
Every morning with a black eye and a broken pinion?
Does he hold on, determined  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bergmann, F. J.:&#8221;Noon Blue Apples&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 08:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eugie Foster</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In the morning we rose uneasily, when
the sun was a panther&#8217;s eye slitted gold,
in a sky spotted with clouds. Someone like
a milkman had left us four tetrahedral
cartons filled with an unattractive purple
fluid. We called fish from the river to swim
upstream through the plumbing and into
our sink. We fried them in goose-fat, breaded
in fine dust left [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Brown, Ada Milenkovic: &#8220;Kafka Respun&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:30:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer Pelland</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kafka Respun
by Ada Milenkovic Brown
When Gregor Samsa woke from dream one day
Strange feelings soon assailed within his ken—
Where roaches once on walls had sought to play
Were tiny, writhing, melancholy men.
On Greg&#8217;s long suffering shoulders once again
His parents&#8217; loud laments for help did pour.
Till sales craft scheming brought solution, when
He thought to hawk his minis door [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gardner, Lyn C. A.: The Dispossessed</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:15:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eugie Foster</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It takes years to build a viable human
Even under the best of circumstances.
Years spent growing, learning,
Your own mistakes and others&#8217;.
Years in the labs, analysis, test subjects,
Copy after copy indistinct,
Imperfect.

Abortions, they called them once,
Long before the word&#8217;s common use
For babies lost on purpose&#8212;
Abortions, the badly formed, the incomplete,
Frightening in their deformities
(Whisper, &#8220;monsters&#8221;)&#8212;
Two heads, no hands;
A face [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Henderson, Samantha: &#8220;Berry Cobbler&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Transcriptase Authors</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Berry Cobbler
by Samantha Henderson
It&#8217;s a very old recipe. Almost
primitive.
1/2 cup of butter and 1/2 cup of sugar, creamed together.
Add 1/2 cup milk, one cup flour, two teaspoons, baking powder, a dash       of salt.
Spread in a greased baking dish.

It&#8217;s pale, isn&#8217;t it? That&#8217;s because there&#8217;s no egg in it. Very [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kopaska-Merkel, David C. &amp; Stewart, W. Gregory:  &#8220;The Gates, Or, He who sits at God&#8217;s left hand has one hell of a right-hand Man&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 02:45:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>N. K. Jemisin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Gates,
      Or,
      He who sits at God&#8217;s left hand
      has one hell of a right-hand Man&#8230;. 
by David C. Kopaska-Merkel and W.
      Gregory Stewart 




The funny thing about the Gates,
     [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Schimel, Lawrence: &#8220;Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Black Hole&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 22:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Transcriptase Authors</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Black Hole
(after Wallace Stevens)
by Lawrence Schimel
I.
Among the twenty billion stars
that hang like eyes up in the sky
the black hole is a wink.
II.
They say that, &#8220;Black holes have no hair&#8221;
because only three     things matter:
how much it weighs, which way
it spins, and if its thoughts
are positive.

III.
The black [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Swirsky, Rachel: &#8220;The Passionate Oven&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Transcriptase Authors</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Passionate Oven
by Rachel Swirsky
Mr. Barowicz is a gourmet chef.
His spatula, teasing, stirs milky sauce
agile fingers dipping, tongue darting     to lick
sweet, sticky drops. Firmly, he spins
the oven&#8217;s knobs, compelling flames     to writhe
beneath the grills. His tender mitts ease
hot dishes from the warm, secret     [...]]]></description>
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