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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story.</description>
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		<title>Crash Course</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Michele Wolfe]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seconds tick by. Downtown LA this time of morning is almost but not quite still. Beginning to wake up. I’m aware of my breath, the rustles, mumbling, cursing going on down the sidewalk. The stink of things I can’t identify. “You ever come to get soup?”]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Boricuamericano; A stop on the hunt for alcapurrias; I love The Smoke and my people; Every car model is the same if you get to the bones of it</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andres Lopez]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I am
on coffee number four.
I have my father’s mouth
whistle through brown slits.
I liked his smile most
when he was around mamí,
his sisters.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>How I Write</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andres Lopez]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[At a point in my early poetic development, I stumbled across the legendary work of Karen Finley’s "Shock Treatment"' When I tell you I tore through that book, know it’s not an understatement. Finley perfectly captured my angst and aggression, helping me move my aggression from petty, teenage heartbreak to using my grief and anger as catalysts to shift real-world thinking on race and sexuality.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>This Isn’t the End; I Think I’m Getting Stronger When I’m Weak Enough; The Dying Day Doesn’t Belong to Me; When I Reach for Something I’m Not Holding On to Anything; Sacrifice</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter Leight]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Dying Day Doesn’t Belong to Me]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Still Life in Photos</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gretchen Cowell]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2026 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Her most cherished album of all, and her most cherished memories, were of her trip to Italy when she was in her twenties. It was the trip of her life. She had to live at home for two years saving money for it.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Feelings That We All Shared</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jack Uppling]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[HEARING THINGS? SENSING SOMETHING THAT HAS YET TO COME?]]></description>
		
		
		
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