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		<title>Two Daughters by Sarah Long</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 00:42:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them. They would carry on as if changing the locks was a game all parents played with their oldest child, to trick them into resiliency. They let my little sister have my bedroom one day while I was at school, to make room for the new baby that was on the way. “This house is only big enough for two daughters,” my father told me with a shrug. At night I would sneak in and hide under my old bed, and when my parents would come to tuck my sister in for the night, I’d mouth along the words as they read her my favorite bedtime story. My father tells everyone he has two daughters; their names are Pride and Joy. Occasionally I’ll bump into him in the supermarket, both of us perusing the citrus aisle, and though he can’t remember me, his eyes will linger on my face just long enough to make us both uncomfortable.]]></description>
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		<title>Poisonous by Morgan Songi</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 10:30:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Braided Essay Australian adult Cane Toads are heavily-built amphibians with dry warty skin. They have a bony head and bony ridges that meet above the nose and eyes.&#160; Large swellings &#8211; the parotoid glands &#8211; are located on each shoulder.&#160; All stages of the Cane Toad&#39;s life-cycle are poisonous. The venom produced by the parotoid glands acts principally on the heart. Australian Museum Online &#160; Cane Toad. Photo by permission: E. Gray &#160; &#160; *&#160;&#160; *&#160;&#160; * &#160; The American Midwest is home to an especially virulent species of poisonous toad.&#160; Small, warty, and armed with poison&#8230;they have short legs, stout bodies, and thick skins. University of Michigan Museum of Zoology &#160; &#160; Rev. Fred Phelps&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; www.godhatesfags.com &#160; &#160; Vice President Dick Cheney and his goofy wife Lynne are Mr. and&#160;Mrs. Antichrist America.&#160; If anybody now doubts whether God has cursed America with an irreversible curse, let him gaze upon the photo-op politically inspired picture, put out yesterday, of these two old fools who are holding dyke Daughter Mary&#39;s newborn bastard son and pretending to like it. &#160; *&#160;&#160; *&#160;&#160; * &#160; The skin color of American toads can be red with light patches, olive, or gray. Their bellies [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Rose Glass &#8211; A One Act Play  By Kem Roy Neal</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:42:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[CHARACTERS Carmen Hamilton – Late thirties Carman’s father, Franklin – Early sixties SETTING Carmen and her Father are in the living room of their small, lower-middle class, Alpena, Michigan home. It is snowing. They have just returned from the funeral of Mary Hamilton, wife/mother. On the coffee table is a wine colored goblet, with a white rose painted on it. TIME Now. FRANKLIN It was a nice funeral. (Pulls a flask out of his pocket) I say it was a nice funeral. (Takes a drink. Returns flask) CARMEN (Mockingly) “It was a nice funeral.” FRANKLIN Are you sassing me girl? CARMEN It was not a nice funeral, dad. It is cold and damp and miserable. Momma should have been buried somewhere sunny, like California. That is where she always wanted to live. California. The land of sunshine, palm trees and beautiful beaches. She should not be buried here in, Alpena. She hated it here. FRANKLIN Now, look here, Carmen girl. I know you’er upset about your momma passin’ and all. And I might even give you a little leeway. Remember I said, might… But if you keep talking crazy, and lying about your momma wanting to got to California. I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Legends of Lala by Matthew Arnold</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 08:41:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The series was created by award winning filmmaker and photographer, Matthew Arnold, who says, “I started thinking about La La, after photographing so many of the artists involved.  Musician are fascinating subjects, and they add so much to the value of our culture.” This project is the first web-based project for Arnold.  His first feature film, the high school running documentary, The Long Green Line continues to win awards, and it was most recently named Running Film of the Year by Competitor Magazine. www.legendsoflala.com]]></description>
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		<title>Stockholm Snoar (Stockholm Snow) by R.A. Freeman</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 17:54:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[             The light in Stockholm Sweden where the sun graces the earth for as little as seven hours on the shortest day of the year has a sacred feeling in the early morning.  The stippling of the shadows in the snow, echo the cloud formation above as ephemeral moments.  The image was cropped to emphasize the slice of time that a photograph captures, reinforcing the idea that the person we are now, is not the person we will be 30 seconds from now as every moment in time effects and changes us.           The use of an anchor to dwarf the 16th and 17th century buildings of Gamla Stan, suggest the strength of tradition and preservation in which the city of Stockholm is anchored.  The arched base of the steel mirrors the mountainous look of the clouds in the foreground.           I have photographed graffiti from Switzerland to Paris to Rome.  Here the muted tones of snowfall cast an urban storybook character to this print as if it were drawn in pastels.  The juxtaposition of the modern graffiti against the historic Gamla Stan architecture pulled my imagination forward and backward through [...]]]></description>
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