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		<title>Retirement by Jennifer Hubbard</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[My dog and I sit together on the front porch and watch leaves fall from the trees.  The leaves are gold, the light is gold, everything, it seems, is gold in these early days of November just after the big election. We are quiet girls,]]></description>
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		<title>Time to Repaint the Barn by Darby Bailey</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shielded from a westward sun that could burn Through ripply glass circa 1899 Mandy the puppy buried open, no urn Covered above in sweet pea vine The shadows of Cottonwood trickle and turn White soft stars of dandelion Fall in the shade of the big red barn Next to a Kern&#8217;s jar filled with turpentine Between barn and window, green was sewn Carrot tops, beet tops, corn, opine Feed us from the fur of the dog outgrown Our gems around her grave grow greener About the Author: Voluntarily removed from parochial school in the 4th grade over sexual content in a book she was publishing for friends, Darby Bailey eventually went from downtown Salt Lake City to Santa Cruz to L.A., where she is pursing her B.A. degree at Antioch University. When she’s not writing, Darby makes a living as a voice over artist, actress and musician. She is a proud resident of downtown Los Angeles and supports it’s revitalization.]]></description>
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		<title>Catch by Diana Corbin</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mom always wished for the moon for everyone else and settled on dirt for herself. Take Dad. He was gone for months at a stretch even before he ditched us for his new family. Each time he left, he would come back about the time Mom, my little brother, Simon, and I almost forgot he existed. He’d have his clothes shoved in an Adidas duffel bag. His shoulders would straighten out by the second day, about the time Mom’s started to sag. Dad was barely taller than Mom, but you thought he was even bigger since Mom hunched so much around him. The last time he got home, he sank down into living room sofa with his work boots on the coffee table right in front of Mom. Dried mud clung to those boots from moving soil downtown. The hair on his chin was longer and grayer than the last time I saw him. When his friends showed up to watch the game, they ate up the chips Mom set out, wiped their salty fingertips on the needlepoint pillows and gulped beer until the air got thick and foam hung from their mustaches like puss. Dad’s grin sagged from the [...]]]></description>
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