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		<title>Seized Lies My Body</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:38:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lek Borja Seized lies my body in the latitude of her sex How her desire shines like luminescence in the sea as if the moon were inside it, as in every hour where we enter together Tenderly sink then float longingly so My eyes follow her journey down to its end With her tears I Crusoe to my own wanted end of her flesh and my weight seemingly undulating until repeatedly we are doused in her liquid burning]]></description>
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		<title>I Didn&#8217;t Know You Could Sign a Corner Store Like a Cast</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:35:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jane Cassady &#160; But here it is. As we walk the summer camp kindergarten through third grade down the street to Pleasant Playground for their weekly swim, the kids are in their two quiet lines, listening for traffic and blue jays. The shutters are open, even though it&#39;s only been a week. &#34;Poor Mr. Kim,&#34; says the first little girl in line. &#34;It&#39;s too soon but they need the money.&#34; &#34;R.I.P Miss Kim&#34; is scrawled across the yellow stucco with vague allusions to heaven, something I don&#39;t quite believe about blessings. I wonder about the stuffed animals used for shooting memorials, if people win them at the shore, then save them for the inevitable. Two kindergarteners straggle out of line to inspect the oversized Stewie doll tied to the stop sign and also covered with signatures. Bring Sharpies to everything. Accumulate your plush winnings against the next tragedy. Turn your face to something soft, then add it to the pile. By the time we get to the turnoff for the swimming pool (next to the auto repair lot with its greasy puddles) the kids at the end of the line are starting to straggle. I tell them, &#34;Stay together. If [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter 2011</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 03:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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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>Desolation by Patrick O&#8217;Neil</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 08:51:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;Hi, welcome to Taco Bell. Hope you&#39;re having a nice day,&#34; said the girl standing behind the counter. Her monotone voice so void of emotion it could have been computerized. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;Define nice,&#34; I answered, and looked around at all the colored plastic and brushed aluminum and wondered why this was what fast food corporations thought a restaurant should look like. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;That your world is wonderful and you&#39;re happy to be alive,&#34; she said with no enthusiasm as she stared at her pale pink lacquered fingernails. Obviously this part of the conversation wasn&#39;t the official Taco Bell greeting she was required to say. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;Can we just forego that statement?&#34; I asked, and stared at the menu above her head. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; An audible sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hand back and forth over the face of the computerized cash register. She looked to be about nineteen, but the sadness in her eyes said her age didn&#39;t matter. Trapped in this shithole highway truck stop working a stale-ass job, her future worse than bleak, she now had to deal with someone who wasn&#39;t going along with his part of the script. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; I never eat at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Poem for the Future Generation by Jeremy Quintero</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 20:01:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hope I can watch you grow up to be just like your dad // you can rank above the both of us, he Kahuna // I maka’ainana I will put your head in stars blessed, turn/twist/shine/spin Mana in your palms // a prayer for those dying to manifest into those unborn Kapu flows from veins unseen, the distance placed strikes Lili’uokalani dead // I hope I can watch you be better than your old men Sleep simple, wide awake in the coolest pools of heaven // I will seek you Jeremy Quintero is a Los Angeles-based poet and musician, who has been writing music and poetry since the age of ten. He received his B.A. in 2007 from California State University, Northridge, and will complete his MFA in December 2009 from the Creative Writing program at Antioch University Los Angeles.]]></description>
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