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		<title>Full Of Crow Poetry: January 2010</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:59:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Full Of Crow Poetry: January 2010
Bridges are human-made structures that connect the separate realms of the living.
It seemed fitting to open my debut editorial issue with Gail Gray’s The Quintessential Language of Bridges. As this issue emerged and took form, what I found most intriguing,  despite the unique voices of each poet, were the connections [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stephen Jarrell Williams</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 05:23:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
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Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night. He has lived most of his life in California.  His poetry has appeared in Anthology, Blue Collar Review, Byline Magazine, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Hawaii Review, Nerve Cowboy, Posey, and others.
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		<title>Sergio Ortiz</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 05:19:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bandit Nights 
I am tired
of this monotonous,
sedentary afternoon
in which long-faced gentlemen
vociferate their ignorance
of the Afghan war.
Dazed afternoon
under the scorching sun
watching a mangy dog
get up off the floor
unconcerned with the child
who just got shot
by its side.
I want to emigrate,
find nights sharpened by
the owl’s eye,
nights full of bandits
and consumptive whores.
I want to crumple up
like the wasp’s neurosis
on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Grant Bergland</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 05:10:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[FOR I HAVE PLAYED GUITAR HERO (after Lucia Perillo)
Whilst sitting in my overstuffed recliner,
Which is not done in other XBOX countries.
A kid across an ocean told me “You need stand. Always!”
I rattled off facts about Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, and Deep Purple.
Though I spoke with authority and cut him off,
a Singapore third grader beat me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Burgess Stanley Needle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 05:05:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ONLY GOOD NEWS
Creeping charleys crouch near dwarf cactus
Coleus bow to jades
All bathed in fluorescence
as I sway and weave my stories
to faces that will never be smoother
Or radiate more hope.
Belvin, a Mescalero Apache, traveled
far from the home to water
my counter’s greenery.
He fails            every subject.
Always breaks                        eye contact.
You like my plants, I stated.
Yours?  One calm word hinted [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ian C Smith</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:47:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Crayfish
We stripped, exposed, wet white flesh.
The primitive sea littered full plates
dribbled tasty through my beard
salt &#38; pepper, glistening
Neptune randy eyeing the ripe moon’s
glitter on water, its allure
like your succulence.
Later, wave-riders of satiation
we lolled abed, spilt, drained
listening to the ocean’s pull &#38; suck.
I thought of fathoms-deep creatures
their primaeval urges, like those crayfish
before we shucked, violated them
pleasured [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kasandra Larsen</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[January 2010]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[A CONVERSATION OVER A BOUQUET
Why do you want these? Silly.
Lilies are fragile and transient. Love
is more than a gesture that withers, a sum
of stems multiplied by exuberant blooms.
Listen to you.
I know they&#8217;re not practical, serious,
that even stolen from a garden they&#8217;re just
a token. But I want them.
Are they the children you can&#8217;t have?
Perhaps.
Okay, they turn [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Jan Steckel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:30:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Rose Grew Round the Briar
How do your red pubic hairs
end up on the window sill,
my black ones on the crown moldings?
Do you do even weirder things in the bathroom
than I thought? Do curly hairs waft on
hot-air currents from bathroom drain to ceiling?
Do they hitch a ride on a bath towel,
and flip free heavenward
when you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nathan Graziano</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:22:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[January 2010]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Three Scorpion Bowls

Scorpion Bowl #1: At the table beside us, a young couple sucks down their Scorpion Bowl through long red straws. It’s May, and we’re in a Japanese restaurant where Christmas Muzak pipes through the ceiling. My wife and I sip iced teas and try to keep our kids from impaling each other’s eyes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Karl Koweski</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 04:18:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MKChavez</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[January 2010]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[the cats of Spain
the cats of Spain
drink saucers of Irish whiskey
ears attuned to the
moonlight serenades
of the worshipful
communing along the mahogany
the cats of Spain
prowl on padded feet
down through the centuries
maddening aloof
their tails swish in concert
with the pumping hearts
of those who love them
the cats of Spain
remain untouched by petting hands
feline spines arch
with the promise of pleasure
mischievous cats’ [...]]]></description>
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