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		<title>Power</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:59:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Grimm</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The bird with her wings clipped, forever imprisoned by an action from the past. She can count the ceiling boards, but never escape them, never fly free among them. A broken heart is not clipped wings. It heals itself, in time – though that time may seem an Eternity. While the ability to fly never [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Monday Blues for Habitual Sinners</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:59:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elexis Williams</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I go out to the mail box barefoot, Glad to feel something solid beneath me. The sun is holding court in an iridescent blue sky— Even though it seemed earlier that the day would bring only rain. I am glad, but not happy. I almost cry writing this when I realize just how much is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Age</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:59:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Grimm</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[`Youth’s a fleeting light, all too soon covered by the shadows of old age. Yet this does not need to be an inevitable fact – one can keep the light burning until death. This possibility, like all others, relies on choices and on the heart’s strength. Whether they find you shaking with fear on the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Squeeze</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:59:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Thanabalan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some(-thing/-one) is winding me tightly around a steel pole, wringing my insides and all my desires out into a glass bowl. It’s crystal clear under the sun and in the bowl; that’s who I am inside; A man, defined by what he wants and what he wants to be. Lust. I only want to be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fear</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Grimm</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eyelashes whimper as she tears them from their roots. The agony soaking the room is obvious and nobody turns away from the blood. They all simply stare, immovable and stubbornly selfish. She sinks into the balmy earth, damp with bodily fluids, and disappears.]]></description>
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		<title>I See</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anna Hsu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I see the stars. I feel the moonlight gracing my cheekbone. I taste the clouds in my soul. I hear the shimmering and shining. I inhale the cool, sweet air. It is dark – all around – but I see the stars. I know the stars – the lights in our darkness. Their existence never [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bible in 30 Lines</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 06:59:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elexis Williams</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I would have loved you, Had you let me But you tie my hands behind me, And call furtive from the dark That you really daren’t harken to the voice of One Such as myself. You assume I’ve no heart in me Because my hands move galaxies. You take me simple: for a human, Charge [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Six miles to Sinai</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 06:59:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joses Ho</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The butcher boy lays down his blunted blade for the day. the sun and her moon will keep the divine drumbeat heart Cowhands and middleaged housewives echo inside him: the language is American. mother&#8217;s tongue will speak the words of the Son Montana&#8217;s soil has nourished her boy. His life will begin at sixty I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nightmare inside my body</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 06:59:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin Morioka</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every nerve raw, Like a candle burned down to its wick Stores of sugar evaporated. Crashing onto my bed, Limbs melting into my comforter Listening to my own cadenced breathing Grabbing the canteen of sugar and caffeine crystals, Feeding my empty belly Electrifying my blood stream. I lay my head on my pillow, The quiet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To Newton, the Forerunner</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 06:59:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Peter Catsimpiris</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“There cometh one mightier than I after me, the latchet of whose shoes I am not worthy to stoop down and unloose.&#8221; Mark 1:7 Our ordered world&#8217;s a light and drafted slate (Though empty cold envelops even hope): The leaping photon&#8217;s joy at birth connotes The curling scum about the sewer grate. The heave of [...]]]></description>
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