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		<title>Saint Elizabeth&#8217;s</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:37:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sarah Long &#160; My body is an ever-changing clock&#8212; spastic springs and gears never settling, never keeping proper time. Bodies carry bodies in pockets, on chains like skin-scented heirlooms. When my grandmother died, she left me her first kiss, the ticking sound of summer asphalt and peach fuzzed legs. I see my mother&#8217;s handwriting on the chart beside my bed: Sarita has always been a dramatic child. Her face gathers humidity like tears trapped behind glass. Dr. Winnicki advises me to rest, but never to fall asleep, while he looks for cures in different time zones. His clock is all bent and rusty snow, melting into creeks where salmon spawn alcoholic fishermen. Clocks line up on barstools in Wuuhstah, &#8220;How&#8217;s about a beeah?&#8221; Nicotine-stained vowels, romancing beers like wives. Before becoming wives, girls sway to the music, twirl their skirts with love. Their pink and red fingernails tap out the seconds between handsome wristbands. Tell me what you&#8217;re really thinking . . . I don&#8217;t want to know. Nurse Alma sees too many words in my future, where she says nuts chase the squirrels, and clocks are ever-changing bodies. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ &#160; Sarah&#160;Long&#160;was once on the masthead of&#160;Two Hawks Quarterly, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Scenes from a Housefire Two: The Firemen Asked</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:36:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jane Cassady &#160; &#160; Is there anything we can go in and get for you before we board it up? Before the window plywood gets its eventual graffiti, before you wash the clothes in Pine Sol to get out the smell of smoke, before a loving friend helps fold those clothes, so specifically and kindly, even the underwear, before you celebrate the fact that your best line appeared on the news, &#8220;They were screaming like in a David Lynch movie.&#8221; Before you study the radio&#39;s standby light to make sure it isn&#39;t a spark, before you sit on the cafe porch across from the house and drink coffee and eat salad with flowers in it, before you meet your future wife for a cigarette before poetry on that same porch. Before you walk by at night and see the house haunted by a Bjork poster, before you look through the roof and see the stars, before you glance every day at the gravel for seven or eight years after the house is gone to see if there&#39;s something you left, a talisman, before you lift up the back of your shirt to show off your phoenix tattoo, saying &#8220;This is [...]]]></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>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>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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