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	<title>SHARK REEF</title>
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	<description>A publication of the Lopez Writers Guild</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 23:04:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Carrion</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:11:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cady Chapman Davies</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The pager on my belt squeals with familiar tones. Tom, the 911 dispatcher, sounds stressed while declaring there’s a boy missing at the Fox Hall development. The mother can be heard in the background screaming, “I want him found now! You find him now!” It is an unusual blistering July afternoon on San Juan Island.]]></description>
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		<title>All We</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:11:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anita Leigh Holladay</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Hands converge
towards top
of clock on kitchen wall. Beneath,
table full of dips, smoked salmon,]]></description>
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		<title>Comeona&#8217; My Kitchen</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:10:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Sangster</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Push back the chrome dinette.
Slow dance on my linoleum
(clock radio knows the hits).
Tonight we cookin’. ]]></description>
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		<title>Flat Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:10:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Sangster</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[This the
Flat-ass truth.  Cruisin’ down
Flatbush when Boom!
Flat tire.  Gets out, hears music---third-floor]]></description>
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		<title>Guitar Propped Upright in My Study Corner</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Sangster</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Mother’s violin waits in the attic, 
wondering if it remembers how to sing.  
Father’s songs (It meant he was happy) 
hang in the air.]]></description>
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