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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. It&#039;s Just One Planet. But There Are Many Stories. </description>
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		<title>Frankenstein&#8217;s Monster</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[She first saw him three months ago at the tail-end of the horrible summer. The manager and the stocker used to stand in the walk-in freezer on their off-time while she stood behind the register in the faint breeze of the window-unit, sweating through her red polo shirt that had once belonged to her father. The stranger was nearly seven-feet tall and had to crouch beneath the threshold as he entered the store. He bought standard poor-people things, staples: cans of beans, single pounds of only the discount ground beef, butter, milk, hot sauce, brown sugar, steel-cut oatmeal, eggs, and chocolate.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Return of the Death God</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2019 13:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Maria saw the bean pods hanging from the lone tree and felt the rough texture of loose fibers tightening around her throat. She coughed. The image of young men swinging from the further pines haunted her view; young black men floating in starched suits, some with rope and others with barbed wire set alight like hanging torches.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Connor de Bruler&#8217;s Where I Write From &#8211; Editor&#8217;s Choice</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2019 12:45:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I love the beginning of James Agee’s A Death in the Family. It was right around the time I had heard (from where I can’t remember) that good writing uses almost no adverbs or adjectives, and here this guy was describing his corner of Knoxville as “fairly solidly lower middle class.”]]></description>
		
		
		
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