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		<title>Winter 2011</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Winter 2011 issue features Creative Nonfiction from Micaela Seidel, Genre X from Sarah Long, and Poetry from Lek Borja, Michelle "Strawberry" Heymann, Wednesday Hobson, and Jessica Kincade]]></description>
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		<title>When by Michelle Strawberry Heymann</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 02:57:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I judge myself deeply, harshly &#8211; don&#8217;t allow courtesy given others, thoughtless tortured by tumultuous thoughts, ticking driving negativity nails through, aching begging, the merciless obsession eradicated, relentless screaming behind frozen stare, scared floods back like recoiling toes from cold water, endless forgiveness, permission &#8211; breathe and be, redemption when &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; Michelle&#160;&#8220;Strawberry&#8221; Heymann is graduating Antioch &#160;University Winter 2011, with a B.A. in Psychology and a minor in Creative Writing. Michelle has spent the &#160;past 10 years working in the field of Chemical Dependency Treatment.&#160;&#160;In 2007 she opened Casa Bella Sober Living &#160;with Fiona Ray. This is her first time being &#160;published. &#160; &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Paul by Wednesday Hobson</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 02:57:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I cannot muster effort enough to show what is and unspoken there what little deserves and overly qualifies a human to which I am particular. &#160; There is a body: made of sinews, contrasting with elasticity &#8211; his rubberband arms and legs cinnamon facades made for over-ambiguity &#8211; preserving a heart perpetual pumped this made of gears and specialized and goo and rhetorical quips lighting globes, strengthened tendons stand out that perversely perform clarity that he is fulfilled to a simplicity. A body. But this is not enough to show what human is and mechanical is not, and therefore I do an injustice to A soul: his strength is green briers filled with enduring cups overflown with grins remorse and woven strands of lives put past, the roar of a motor in a desert light, he takes what individual mocking birds call out for: shooting hopes in stars, brisk of night and fresh rainfalling cloverleaf dances under moonlit oceans, given to exotic anemones and prideful strides. This is maybe his soul. &#160; Wednesday Hobson is a new student to Antioch University, and is in the process of obtaining her B.A. in Liberal Arts. Wednesday has never delved into the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Android Poems by Lek Borja</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 02:56:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; 1. Phenomenon Outcome spirals &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Through my circuitry, moving &#160; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; To thought, I am Pale, mouthing &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; I do what I am told &#160; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; I am built for something I raise my eyes &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; To whatever draws near, someone &#160; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Touches me With my own hands &#160; &#160; &#160; 2. The Color of a Void &#160; Chrome As brilliant, As night, As without, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; everything. &#160; White, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; common, ghost of my present, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; this is what day is, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;appearing as non- &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; existent. &#160; &#160; &#160; 3. The Encounter &#160; Landscape extinguished by fire to smooth, all are silenced by the sight of me. I bear the luck of the dead that can be one with the living. Gathered, I was whole again. Believe me for my body, the spaces you see. &#160; &#160; &#160; 4.&#160;confirming a body &#160; out of my cavity,&#160; a sigh &#160; spills: &#160; too much language&#8212; &#160; seduction ascends &#160; out of nothing, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;i look to touch&#8212; &#160; to body the noise, and love what moves. &#160; &#160; &#160; 5. Birthday &#160; Gone by day. What stirs inside me stirs like a being. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Life glows&#8212; Its wax floats across [...]]]></description>
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		<title>McFuckie by Jessica Kinkade</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 02:54:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A buck ninety-nine. Window at 32nd and Rose With a tad more fat than you know you should Make sure to tell them to make it a value meal, And stick extra magnums in your bag When you get her home Intoxifying &#8211; Moral concerns about the hormone-injecting slaughterhouse Devour her So you can count the other spilled seeds on her ass High quality meat. Don&#8217;t think the fat cow beneath you And wielding her branded tits Could possibly take you as her victim.&#160; Jessica Kinkade is a senior at Drake University in Des Moines, Iowa, working towards her degrees in Magazine Journalism &#160;and Writing. She is the editor-in-chief of the Drake University Honors Magazine and has had journalistic work published on&#160;Parents.com, in the Kansas City Star, and Drake Magazine. She recently held her first poetry reading at Java Joe&#8217;s &#160;Coffeehouse in Des Moines with two other poets. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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