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	<title>SOL: English Writing in Mexico</title>
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		<title>Sponsors &#8211; March 2013</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 14:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eva Hunter Sol: English Writing in Mexico The Lord of the Dolls: Voyage in Xochimilco A Little Mormon Girl &#160; Food Specialties de Mexico SA de CV El éxito está en nuestro sabor Success is in our flavors Oficina Celaya, Guanajuato. Tel. 01 (461) 611 0701 Fax. 01 (461) 611 0288 Oficina Mexico, DF. Tel. (55) [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eva Hunter: Of Girls Gone Bad, and Other Things.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:08:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Probably only a few people reading this editorial have not seen the film based on Beverly Donofrio’s Riding in Cars with Boys, or read the book, or both. The film, directed by Penny Marshall, and starring Drew Barrymore in the lead role, has been casually subtitled by some as “the story of a bad girl [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stories –– March 2013</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:06:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Time Before Time – Excerpt from Mayan Interface Wim Coleman and Pat Perrin Voices heard as the story unfolds &#160; Erasing the Separation Kirpal Gordon Erasing separations with or without an IBM Selectric typwriter &#160; The Visitor Timothy Hobbs A memory, a Christmas tree and a little more. &#160; Hagridden &#8211; Excerpt Sam Snoek-Brown [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wim Coleman and Pat Perrin: A Time Before Time–excerpt from Mayan Interface</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:06:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The three people all understood their parts perfectly. As the principal storyteller, Nacho would do most of the talking. As his designated respondent, César knew the story, too, and would prod the narrative along with questions and comments. As for Julio, he knew better than to commit the unspeakable rudeness of keeping utterly silent during [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kirpal Gordon: Erasing The Separation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:06:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hara Joe Shombo sat at his IBM Selectric typewriter, looking out the window of his corner apartment at Sixth Street and Avenue A in the East Village on July 13, 1977, the hottest day of the year, and though it was almost eight in the evening with the sun soon to set, the brick building [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Timothy C. Hobbs: The Visitor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:05:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The boxes removed from the attic days ago were littered across the living room floor, opened but not emptied. The strings of lights, the tinsel icicles, the plastic wreaths, the ceramic Santa and snowman for the fireplace mantel, and the imitation tree lay in wait, but all he could do was sit in the gloomy [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Samuel Snoek-Brown: Hagridden–Excerpt</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:05:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The women waited, their weapons never far from hand, but for days on end the only sound in the marsh was the wind in the rushes. Those who knew how to discern them might have made out other sounds, the soft splash of a gator slipping from the prairie grass into the muck and water, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Writings – March 2013</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:04:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Uncle Arthur’s Funeral Terry Baldwin “Death dragged us back into the family fold.” &#160; Open Triangle Renata Costa “I held hands with Rosa Chavez Taylor every Friday morning.” &#160; Disrupted Beverly Donofrio &#8220;Even though I do know the important question is not why this happened to me but what I’m going to do now;&#8221; &#160; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Terry Baldwin: Uncle Arthur&#8217;s Funeral –– Excerpt from Fly Boy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Beverly Hills, 1966 &#160;   “I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. On the edge you can see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.” Kurt Vonnegut                                             Death dragged us back into the family fold. It was surreal to wear tailored [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Renata Costa: Open Triangle</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:03:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; To Nina To Eekhoorn With love I held hands with Rosa Chávez Taylor every Friday morning. Sister Ana  lead my third-grade class across the field stretching behind our school—the shortcut to Church. We were thirty-three girls walking in gala-uniformed, alphabetically-ordered double lines bathed in sunlight and surrounded by wild flowers. Thirty-three, Sister Ana said [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beverly Donofrio: Disrupted––Excerpt from Astonished</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:02:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Even though I do know the important question is not why this happened to me but what I’m going to do now; and even though I was fifty-five and the attacker was a serial rapist in a small town, raping gringo women between fifty and sixty; and even though I, along with the entire town, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>C.M. Mayo: A Visit To Swan House</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:02:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I first spied it from a Jeep on Casa Piedra Road: a huddle of oddly shaped brown buildings baking in the sun. I’d arrived at its modest gate after a mile and a bit of crunching over gravel up from the Rio Grande near Presidio on the U.S.-Mexico border. What interested me then—I was just [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carol Merchasin: Mayonnaise Is The Devil&#8217;s Condiment</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:02:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My husband, Robert, was working on a personality assessment for a class he was taking. “What would you say is one of your life-long talents?” I am often his guinea pig. “Practicality,” I replied. I know this is not as exciting as saying that I had a precocious talent for music or a predisposition for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry –– March 2013</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:01:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Riding Bus #1 To The Palace of The Legion of Honor John Brandi There’s nothing new about getting old. &#160; Everything Stops Joseph Bruchac Everything, as it moves, now and then stops. &#160; Citizen J.B. Bryan 70% of my genes are the same as a pumpkin &#160; Midsummer Jennifer Clement In my dream you had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>John Brandi: Riding Bus #1 To The Palace of The Legion of Honor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; There’s nothing new about getting old. It’s been around a long time. &#160; Leaves get old, so do cars. Even dragonflies, within the span of 24 hours, get old. &#160; Why, just today I saw some old people getting on my bus. &#160; About to vacate my seat, I realized for once I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Joseph Bruchac: Everything Stops</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 19:59:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Everything, as it moves, now and then stops. &#160; The bird as it flies stops in one place to rest from flight. and in another to make its nest &#160; And so, at times, the Great Mystery stops. &#160; The Sun, so bright and beautiful is one place where our Creator stopped. as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Jennifer Clement: Midsummer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 19:58:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; In my dream you had me locked in your jaws,  taken by the neck. You said, because in my dream you spoke, I smelled like the plough and scythe, the metal rust-red blade of a gin trap. You tasted my neck, my fur, the soft fur around my paws and white scut, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Natalie Goldberg: I&#8217;m Trying To Find Something That Is Not About Me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 19:58:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; &#160; Certainly an oak, a squirrel is exactly not right for they are about me The great rivers, the endless ocean all about me The one thing that has forgotten: my mother she has no thought that relates to her daughter This has never been a poem This is sadness   heartbreak an old [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Art Goodtimes: Siempre Cantando</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:48:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; For Ernesto Cardenal &#160; Yo ando siempre cantando Make me a god of flowers &#38; shrooms Strong man. Story man &#160; The asphalt’s thick with dead oil. I try to walk the edges Take distance to heart &#160; And let the head dance on its own, playing tricks Joking with friends &#38; strangers &#160; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Renée Gregorio: Return</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:48:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;   &#160; In old Delhi I woke dreaming I was writing you a love poem but if there’s a love poem still to be written I can’t say I know the words thought we were done with all that distance and time too much and anyway you’re dead what would I tell you after [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gary Lawless: Caribouddhidharma</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:47:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Boddhidharma came from the West riding on the back of a caribou. He brought me sardines packed in the ice of a glacier. He told me that bears are gods. He told me that birds are songs. He told me that plants are great teachers. He told me to listen to granite. He [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Joan Logghe: For Dion, My Belizean Son</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/joan-logghe-for-dion-my-belizean-son/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:47:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What if I rend a garment? What if I don’t get over it? What if I fall on the ground, lose a night of sleep, a week? What if I surrender my dreams. What if I grow my hair in dreads? What if I don’t get over it or don’t play golf on the day [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Miriam Sagan: Zero</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/miriam-sagan-zero/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:46:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; &#160; Going west on Cerro Gordo 8 am &#160; &#160; &#160;what is my original face? A long time ago-in winter&#8211;I did not get what I wanted In this same place &#160; Where woodsmoke rises from the old adobes &#160; if there is a context it is repetition&#8211; circumambulation (the chorten in snow) (the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Author Bios</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/author-biographies/author-bios-march-2013/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:45:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; TERRY BALDWIN is originally from California, where she received a BA in Psychology and a BFA in Painting and Printmaking from Sierra Nevada College. She loves to travel for inspiration, and to return to record her impressions in a variety of media. She has worked as a stained glass artisan, paper artist, painter, printmaker, jewelry [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Marianne Rogoff: Dancing With J. D. Salinger</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/end-paper/marianne-rogoff-dancing-with-j-d-salinger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:44:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A landsman is someone with whom you find a connection of the heart and soul. ~ Joyce Maynard, At Home in the World  Salinger and I had danced together before. His style was smooth, slow, aloof. Erratic in the way it made contact. He resided in his own world yet he needed someone there or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>J. B. Bryan &#8211; Citizen</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/j-b-bryan-citizen-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 19:54:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; 70% of my genes are the same as a pumpkin 95% of my genes are the same as a chimpanzee in the privacy of my own home i dance around as i please i sing loudly and usually out of tune not that different i think than my ancestors            [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sam Hamill: To Elisa Ortega</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/sam-hamill-to-elisa-ortega/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:50:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; 1. &#160; I speak to you not in your tongue, but in mine. Because I am impoverished by all I cannot say in the language of the heart, that cracked pot that holds the stews and steams of all our dreams. Brown skin, brown eyes, black hair glistening like a raven’s wing. Was there [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sheila Murphy: Precision Lust(re)</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/sheila-murphy-precision-lustre/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:49:51 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[october 2012]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Not only did I hesitate to show affection for Courier font. I hated how it looked like bloomers in a store window. Lacking in geometry, the serious 4/4 kind of style &#160; you see in Jil Sander, certainly. Right, left, straightedged. Recently I purchased some of that detailed, very buttoned, &#8220;yes to creases&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kaylie Jones: Loves Me Not &#8211; Excerpt</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/kaylie-jones-loves-me-not-excerpt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:49:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[   Chapter 5:   Sunday &#160; Sunday mornings are not peaceful in San Miguel. When a child is born or a person dies, a relative will get up before dawn and climb to a high spot on a mountainside and light fireworks to let God know. The earlier the relatives awaken and perform this task, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>John Ore: Iris Manning and I</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:48:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She’s long gone, god bless her, an Irish woman lost in Pittsburgh, she’d somehow ended up there, married an American and seen a bit of the country and then he’d died and she’d survived into an old age. She was eighty then and we were both tenants of a ramshackle Victorian that an old crook [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Suvi Mahonen and Luke Waldrip: Little Red Light</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/suvi-mahonen-and-luke-waldrip-little-red-light/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:47:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The sun’s behind the hills now, and tufts of amber-colored clouds drift high in the deepening sky. It’s hot. Every living thing looks thirsty. Eddies of tiny insects swirl above patches of dirt and dead grass on the nature strip, and the rhododendrons by the mailbox are wilting. I pull into the carport and turn [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kate Mohler: A dying Breed</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/kate-mohler-a-dying-breed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:47:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As human beings go, I feel that I’m part of a dying breed that is easily trainable. Of course this started with my Catholic upbringing in the upper Midwest: rules and restrictions were easy to follow. There were no, as they say now, “options”. I did not opt to play outside when it was twenty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kate McCorkle: Advice</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/kate-mccorkle-advice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:47:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[About taking the poet home…don’t. No matter how his presence fills up the dreary faculty lounge, the tiny dance hall in the middle of nowhere, no matter how suggestive those rolled up sleeves and hairy arms are of workman-like skill in bed, no matter how the words fly up. You’re too shy to say you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stories &#8211; October 2012</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/stories-october-2012/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:46:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Screen Door Jesus Christopher Cook Life in small-town Texas between Jesus and pool tables. &#160; Loves Me Not – Excerpt Kaylie Jones Dog and hot dogs, and a visit from the FBI. &#160; Henry Wilkins, A Historical Novel – Excerpt Jim Knoch MCGinty’s home-made surprise. &#160; Little Red Light Suvi Mahonen and Luke [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Writings &#8211; October 2012</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/writings-october-2012/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:46:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fly Boy Terry Baldwin Traveling the world with her father at the end of his life. &#160; Celestial Phenomena Deborah Kent Stein Trying to touch the sky. &#160; A Dying Breed Kate Mohler &#8220;&#8230;as family dogs go, I would have been a good one.&#8221; &#160; Pet Sitting at Katya&#8217;s Lynda Schor Street dogs, shy dogs, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/poetry/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:46:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Two Poems Eric Basso Under The Blade Cask And Spile &#160; Precision Lust(re) Sheila Murphy Not only did I hesitate to show affection &#160; he visits mother earth in some girls mind  Donna Kuhn i am staying at the you don&#8217;t care motel &#160; To Elisa Ortega Sam Hamill I speak to you not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Diane Stevens: Mexicans With Ideas</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:46:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The night of the earthquake Orson Welles showed up at the door in a scarlet bathrobe and handed my mother two white candles. You ladies all right?” His voice boomed and made my stomach vibrate, but he was fat and old just the same. My mother thanked him too many times before she closed the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eric Basso: Two Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:45:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Under The Blade &#160; The old man sat there Scratching his scalp with the point of a Ka-Bar knife &#160; the black blade blended with what little remained of his dyed hair and I told him this is what comes of all the heavy drinking you’ll be coughing up clots of liver soon [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Deborah Kent Stein: Celestial Phenomena</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/deborah-kent-stein-celestial-phenomena/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:45:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Each year on the eleventh of August the earth splashes through a belt of fractured stones that whirls through our galaxy. I have read that on that one night of the year you can see a shower of meteorites colliding with our atmosphere and burning into dust as they tumble toward earth. You can stand [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carolyn Roberts: Celebrating SOL</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/carolyn-roberts-celebrating-sol/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:45:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We have a lot to celebrate here at SOL: English Writing in Mexico. First of all, we published the hard copy of SOL: English Writing in Mexico (Volume 1) in August––a 280 page selection of works from the 2010, 2011 and 2012 issues, featuring well-known and talented writers such as C.M. Mayo, Christopher Cook, Tony [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lynda Schor: Pet Sitting at Katya&#8217;s</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/lynda-schor-pet-sitting-at-katyas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:44:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Before Christmas, we pack up our computers, some of our clothing, and some food from our fridge, gather up Natasha, her leash, her bed and her bowl, and leave our five-story, one-room-on-each-floor apartment in Colonia San Antonio to move for two weeks into our friend Katya’s huge casona in the Centro.  On the narrow, funky [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Terry Baldwin: Fly Boy</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/terry-baldwin-fly-boy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:44:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Annie Lenox sings, “And I could not ask for more&#8230;” piped into the lounge on the ship’s sound system on our Mediterranean cruise. We’re in Venice, this time at high tide, water slapping the dock and overflowing into already flooded streets, sloshing into shops in small waves and standing two feet deep in San Marcos [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Jim Knoch: Henry Wilkins, A Historical Novel &#8211; Excerpt</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/jim-knoch-henry-wilkins-a-historical-novel-excerpt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:44:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  The 77th Birthday of Henry Wilkens: Near Council Grove, Kansas, Spring, 1917 &#160; Red-faced, hands fisted, the sheriff paced the ground in front of the Wilkins homestead. He unbuttoned his coat, a long buff-colored waxy duster. He tucked its edge behind the holster of his Colt revolver; strode to the porch—to the old farmer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Christopher Cook: Screen Door Jesus</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/christopher-cook-screen-door-jesus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:43:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was thirteen my old man spent a year for the oil company in Saudi. My mother went with him so I stayed with my maternal grandparents, the Ogdens. They ran a photography shop right in the middle of those piney woods and bayous up in East Texas, in a little country town called [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tomaz Salamun: Three Poems</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/tomas-salamun-three-poems/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:43:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; The Kiss Across the Ocean &#160; O my birdie, how tired I am. Do you want to see what I have written today? By now I have the whole factory and the mannikins dressed in little sacks. I hung them on my thread and glued them to the wall of the abyss. They [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Donna Kuhn: he visits mother earth in some girl&#8217;s mind</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/donna-kuhn-he-visits-mother-earth-in-some-girls-mind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:42:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; i am staying at the you don&#8217;t care motel i&#8217;m 6, i don&#8217;t have to go to a work conference &#160; i am advised against being against things my wild google parathyroid; my computer yelps when i have no money &#160; i&#8217;m not evil, i&#8217;m not mad i come up de-pressurized and i&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Author Bios</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/author-biographies/author-bios-oct/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:39:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; TERRY BALDWIN is originally from California, where she received a BA in Psychology and a BFA in Painting and Printmaking from Sierra Nevada College. She loves to travel for inspiration, and to return to record her impressions in a variety of media. She has worked as a stained glass artisan, paper artist, painter, printmaker, jewelry [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sponsors: October 2012</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/uncategorized/sponsors-october-2012/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 22:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>techie1</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[International PEN, San Miguel de Allende Scholarship Fund The San Miguel de Allende chapter of International PEN is a recipient of all revenues generated through SOL: English Writing in Mexico. San Miguel de Allende PEN scholarships support at-risk local students who would otherwise not be able to continue in school. The program is in serious need of funds, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eva Hunter: The Language of Flowers</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/end-paper/eva-hunter-the-language-of-flowers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 21:51:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>techie1</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the Louvre bookstore this September, I was drawn to a volume called Mr. Marshall’s Flower Book. Its illustrations were exquisite. A reproduction of the only surviving  botanical compilation from 17th Century England, it contained 140 botanical watercolors. My friend, Cazz, and I had visited Monet’s house and garden in Giverny the day before. Gardeners [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Colin Morton: Sketches of Cuba</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/colin-morton-sketches-of-cuba/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:33:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  1. The Hummingbird &#160; &#160; Each morning a man with a camera waits beside the bougainvillea for the hummingbird’s visit. &#160; Day after day at this hour he waits for the moment he means to trap under glass or sell to magazines. &#160; Such patience, says the poet who returns each day to a few bare lines scratched across a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>John Bennett: El Cielo Visible</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/john-bennett-el-cielo-visible/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:33:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  my pain was a drink spilling on the stairs a backhoe grumbling in the street my pain was breathing the polvo Mixteca de un callejón de Tenochtitlán my pain a lather on the crack of my neck a cat yowling in the hall downstairs I thought my pain was a shoe leaking in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Jerry McGuire: Burrito Valentine</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/jerry-mcguire-burrito-valentine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:32:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[     for Paige DeShong   I cannot truly hold you to my heart— that heated place where all desires melt together— &#160; Nor press my face upon your breast— Something might stick, pull apart in shreds &#160; In fact to hold or not to hold you that is a question that twists my stomach [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Janice Hilton: Sinkhole</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/janice-hilton-sinkhole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:32:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; North American woman, gold and pink, innocent of forces around you, where demons of the Black Transformer surely row to your own sacrifice, as you drive here in a car and drink your bottled water. &#160; You move, fresh and unscarred, your dress flutters and brushes your thighs, blue silk on cream, unlike a brown Maya maid whose body was painted cobalt blue, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Christopher Brunt: Revelation Blues</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/chris-brunt-revelation-blues/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:32:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I. See See Rider &#160; &#160; I walked the rim of the park all night, looking for the right horse. By the Plaza the hansom cabs lined up like hopefuls in a hobo pageant. The night was not a Dickensian violet. I had many of Caesar’s coins in my purse. &#160; Later, alone with the horse, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Geoffrey Gatza: Two Poems</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/geoffrey-gatza-two-poems/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:32:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Mexico City&#8217;s Waste Mountain Grows &#160; &#160; &#160; Invisible revenge. under your wing a long spear and a concubine. Flourish in stagnant garbage, ringworms, heartening. Shine above, alone, recoil, two fine fellows, musical. I kill you. The hour is ours. I will eat your brain To gain those ideas you formerly owned. It is mine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Laura Juliet Wood: Two Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:31:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; For my Neighbors on Dia de los Muertos   —inspired by the art of Betsabee Romero &#160; &#160; &#160; In all my rush and fuss, there are things I’ve forgotten to do: &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;place ceramic skeletons in the limbs of the mesquite, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;stake broken shards of mirror in the grass. &#160; I’ve not had time to paint crocodiles &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;on clay pots— &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;or the heart and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eva Hunter: Not Really A Dog Story</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/eva-hunter-not-really-a-dog-story/</link>
		<comments>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/eva-hunter-not-really-a-dog-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:31:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A woman came up to me at a party the other night and mentioned she wanted to submit a piece to Sol, but she didn’t know whether to submit it as nonfiction or fiction, as it was told from the point of view of a dog. I’ve been writing professionally, teaching writing workshops, being approached [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Raúl Tirado Ortega: The Movies</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/raul-tirado-ortega-the-movies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:31:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Translated by Lucina Kathmann &#160; The Regio Theater was something else—you could behave badly there. It wasn&#8217;t like in the Priest’s Theater which functioned in the atrium of the church, where no kissing was permitted even in movies, much less by couples watching the show. Every time the movie stars started to kiss, Lolita, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kate Mohler: Waiting for Juan</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/kate-mohler-waiting-for-juan/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My neighbors’ house burned down two Thanksgivings ago, and they are finally able to rebuild. Like ships and true love, their insurance money finally came in. Late is better than never, right? Now, instead of living next to the scorched remains of an empty house, I’m living next to a construction site. I go outside [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carole Rosenthal: Days of the Dead</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/carole-rosenthal-day-of-the-dead/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:30:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Through the tinted window, the Mexican hillsides were green. The rainy season had just ended. Cactuses were in bloom, all kinds, long cactuses and squat ones, and rangy cactuses with cottony limbs. Goats and donkeys munched grass by the road. In the front of the bus, a pretty, long-haired bus attendant in a tight red [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dennis Lanson: The Glove</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Viktor There was plenty of blood, but that wasn’t the worst of it. They beat me badly enough so that I can’t remember bicycling home. Badly enough to send me to the hospital. Badly enough for my father to go stumping around our little mile-square suburb trying to ferret out who did it. Badly enough [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Edward Simpson: We&#8217;re Getting Separate Beds Because You Laugh at 3.00am</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/edward-simpson-were-getting-separate-beds-because-you-laugh-at-3-00am/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:30:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I think it was Benchley.” “Who?” “Why is there no Robert Benchley Retrospective?” “Don’t change the subject.” “I’m answering your question.” “I didn’t ask one.” “Why I laugh in the night.” “You laugh at Jaws in the night?” “Oh, for Pete’s sake, not Peter, the great Robert Benchley, the funniest man who ever lived. ‘The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bhima (Francisco I. Madero), 1911: Spiritist Manual – Excerpt</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Translated and introduced by C.M. Mayo &#160; TRANSLATOR’S INTRODUCTION It was at the behest of Mexico’s Second Spiritist Congress, held in Mexico City in 1908, of which he was a leading organizer, that Francisco I. Madero undertook to both write and publish a work aimed at converting presumably Catholic and literate (but not necessarily well-educated) [...]]]></description>
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		<title>James Grady: We&#8217;ve Got To Stop</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You show up every workday morning at that Starbucks praying to see the woman with silver-lined cinnamon hair so you can dream of a life worth more than just living. Today’s Tuesday. She enters at 7:14. Orders a grande wake up. Sits at a table. Alone. Reading glasses magnify her gray eyes as she glances [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sharon Conklin: The Crossing</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He boarded the silver-toned, second-class Flecha Roja. A forest-green racing stripe ran down its side; its red arrow pointed north. The teenaged assistant threw his brown vinyl suitcase secured with macate rope into a massive rooftop carrier along with other beat-up bags, baskets of market produce, and cages of gobbling, quacking, chirping birds. He took [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Samuel Snoek-Brown: It Was The Only Way</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once, when she’d felt much younger, Lupe had fallen asleep in a raft on the Gulf of Mexico, her second husband drinking cans of beer on the shore. She rose and fell on the waves, her limp body rolling and bobbing in the gentle surf. She stayed out too long, spent the next three days [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kelly Watt: The Stages of Bereavement</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:28:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The church bells are bonging. They don’t ring here: They bong as if all the years of ringing have deepened their voices. They say there are stages to grief. I read that last night. Lying in my mother’s massive bed, with the carved Aztec faces, under the lump of covers, the photocopies from the bereavement [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Edythe Anstey Hanen: Ordinary Magic</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:28:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mexico is a country of extraordinary contradictions, a country in a state of always becoming; the heartbeat of a thousand beginnings: half built casas, crumbling stone fences, walls, piles of rocks coming from nowhere, leading nowhere, trailing off into nothing. A place where the sacred and the profane co-exist in this timeless, immutable landscape. It [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Margaret Tallis: The Known: A Canadian Woman’s Experience with Witchcraft in Mexico—Excerpt</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/margaret-tallis-the-known-a-canadian-womans-experience-with-witchcraft-in-mexico-excerpt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:28:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Summer 1987 When I wanted to start a conversation with a Mexican, I talked food—Mexican food. Mexicans love their food: enchiladas, carnitas, pork boiled in its own fat, tacos, chiles rellenos, chilies stuffed with cheese or meat, salsas, green or red, and the most important, mole, a chili sauce containing bitter chocolate along with about [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carolyn Roberts: Eyeball to Eyeball with Another Culture</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:28:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At twenty years old I left Australia to fend for its self, and flew to England. I met up with my sister Lyn, in London: grey, drizzly, emotionally cold London, where English faces hid behind layers of newspaper as they rode the Tube, where suited office personnel with extended umbrellas played dodgem on crowded footpaths. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Writings &#8211; March 2012</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:27:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bhima (Francisco I. Madero), 1911, Spiritist Manual–Excerpt translated by C.M. Mayo An assassinated Mexican President’s secret life. &#160; Ordinary Magic Edythe Anstey Hanen Things that shouldn’t happen often do. &#160; The Known: A Canadian Woman’s Experience with Witchcraft in Mexico Margaret Tallis What cooking is, and is not, in Mexico.    Raúl Tirado Ortega, The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stories &#8211; March 2012</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:27:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Stages of Bereavement Kelly Watt A woman searches for herself among the possessions of her deceased mother. &#160; We’ve Got To Stop James Grady Strange encounters can lead to those even stranger. &#160; The Crossing Sharon Conklin A nine-year-old boy in Mexico has a momentous start to a journey. &#160; It Was the Only [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Judyth Hill: Here Is Your Scarab</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:27:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jung said, In the dream I did not have. &#160; Gardens appeared. I moved by bract and stem, Tasted the effervescent Divine in stamen and stutter. Such green as I know is mine by birthright and the divination of dark roses. My polar opposite is the sorrow of clouds, The repeat of sky on lake [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry &#8211; March 2012</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:26:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Burrito Valentine Jerry McGuire I cannot truly hold you to my heart— &#160; Two Poems Laura Juliet Wood For My Neighbors on Día de los Muertos &#38; Old Silver School Bus to Atotonilco &#160; El Cielo Visible John M. Bennett my pain was a drink spilling &#160; Revelation Blues Christopher Brunt I walked the rim [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Author Bios</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:26:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; JOHN M. BENNETT has published over 300 books and chapbooks of poetry and other materials. Among the most recent are rOlling COMBers (Potes &#38; Poets Press), MAILER LEAVES HAM (Pantograph Press), LOOSE WATCH (Invisible Press), CHAC PROSTIBULARIO (with Ivan Arguelles; Pavement Saw Press), and HISTORIETAS ALFABETICAS (Luna Bisonte Prods). He is Curator of the Avant [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sponsors &#8211; March 2012</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[International PEN, San Miguel de Allende Scholarship Fund The San Miguel de Allende chapter of International PEN is a recipient of all revenues generated through SOL: English Writing in Mexico. San Miguel de Allende PEN scholarships support at-risk local students who would otherwise not be able to continue in school. The program is in serious need of funds, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sponsors &#8211; November 2011</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[International PEN, San Miguel de Allende Scholarship Fund The San Miguel de Allende chapter of International PEN is a recipient of all revenues generated through SOL: English Writing in Mexico. San Miguel de Allende PEN scholarships support at-risk local students who would otherwise not be able to continue in school. The program is in serious need of funds, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sheila E. Murphy: Four Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:43:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; One Hundred Fifth &#160; She digs to the nearest possible depth, and goes there. She prefers unhappiness. &#160; Look at the formatted disk drive newly acquired and tell me all you have to place there. &#160; All the mail was junk sent reflexively to the cubic inches named after me. &#160; Weather today shines [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bill Pearlman: Timeout</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:43:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; Only between these incorrigible Fascinations with time, with everything Piled into a ferment, guarded &#160; Against the public dance, the purpose In our prideful density, the basic Throbbing of life unearthed &#160; Or cried wide open—outstretched Misericordia &#38; the living grace We have nearly outlived— &#160; Give way, morning bluster And [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kate Mohler: Adoro A Mi Madre</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:43:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everybody has a first childhood memory, like that one fourth of July so long ago when you watched your father break down the bathroom door and drag out your dead great-aunt with her pantyhose around her ankles. Remember? It was the hottest day of the summer, and everybody knew she’d been in there too long. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carol M. Merchasin: How It Goes In Mexico &#8211; Where I Announce the Winner of My Own Personal Travel Contest, &#8220;The Best Undiscovered Beach Spot Ever&#8221;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[My husband, Señor Roberto, is a strong believer in undiscovered Mexican beach spots where the amenities are generally limited to a lumpy bed and a resident iguana. I, on the other hand, am a person who worked 80 hours a week in a high-stress environment. I rationalize spas as a necessity associated with the production [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Susan J. Cobb: Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz – A Real Marisabia</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To live alone—to have no obligation that would hinder the freedom to study—not even a communal murmur that would intrude on the peaceful silence of my books. &#8211;Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz &#160; It is December 2009, and my friend Jane and I are wandering the aisles of the massive Feria Internacional del Libro [...]]]></description>
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		<title>John Warley: Akita</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The separation from Beth, Dan reminds himself, had been building for months. No, not building, as that implies escalating pressure, whereas precisely its antithesis, a gradual indifference, has done them in. Yes, that is it, he muses. The separation had been “indifferencing” for months. Whatever its cause, it represents defeat, and in the past year [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Edward Gutierrez: The New Studio</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Panting (he walked up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, more healthy), he inserts the key into the bottom lock to his new studio, jiggles first to the right, then to the left, as the porter showed him. The door has good locks because an architect with a lot of equipment rented it before [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ruth Kear: Gift of the Goddess</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/ruth-kear-gift-of-the-goddess/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My forehead rests against the window of the bus bound for San Bartolo Coyotepec, a small village in southern Mexico. Longing to see the view beyond the dirty bus window, I make several unsuccessful attempts to lower it. My effort results in a torn fingernail and a nasty cut from the rusty metal hinge. I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Linda Buckmaster: Bus To Dolores Hidalgo</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/linda-buckmaster-bus-to-dolores-hidalgo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ I find myself confronting a chaotic banquet of bus choices in the tiny San Miguel de Allende station, a quantity unknown in such a small or even mid-sized city in the States. Primera Clase, Super Primera Clase, second class and even a third class represented only in tiny letters on a trip board behind the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Robert Paul Moreira: You&#8217;ll Hit It Over Anzalduas Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Anzalduas International Bridge opened for traffic at 6 a.m. on Tuesday, Dec. 15, 2009. It serves as the most direct and efficient route between the Rio Grande Valley and Mexican cities such as Monterrey and Mexico City. The bridge spans 3.2 miles. &#8211; City of McAllen, Texas Web site   I am not afraid. &#8211; Gloria [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gerard Helferich: Stone of Kings: In Search of the Lost Jade of the Maya—Excerpt</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/gerard-helferich-an-excerpt-from-stone-of-kings-in-search-of-the-lost-jade-of-the-maya/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jade has long been prized as one of the most precious substances on earth, used to adorn kings, cure disease, and perform sacred rituals, including human sacrifice. For millennia, it played a crucial role in the culture of the Maya and other ancient Americans. Centuries later, when archaeologists began to excavate Maya cities, they uncovered [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Christopher Cook: Robbers—Excerpt</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They rode down into the Colorado River valley well after midnight. Beneath them, the neverending highway. Above, the vault of the earth in its vast curvature of silence. On the outskirts of town they pulled into the side drive of a Motel 6 and parked behind a dumpster. Slept there with the top down, a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Marianne Rogoff: Human Nature</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/marianne-rogoff-human-nature/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cazz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Clay has strong opinions about everything. Americans: materialistic, all they care about is money. Colombians: dangerous. Artists: insane. Poets: not interested. Gays: unnatural. Death: no such thing. He sits beside me in the jardín in Mexico because it’s sunny here. He is searching for light, to banish demons, doesn’t even want to say the name [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Susan McKinney de Ortega: Flirting in Spanish: What Mexico taught me about love, living and forgiveness—Excerpt</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Prologue It is an October night in 1992 and, despite the chill in the air outside, I am wearing a sleeveless powder blue velvet top with front darts atop my low slung black jeans.  My clothing choice would be vintage and hip in downtown Philadelphia where I routinely roamed four months prior, but here in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Edward Swift: Excerpt from The Daughter of the Doctor and the Saint</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the daughter of the doctor and the saint, the Forty Years of Peace was a deceiving grace; a time of celebration and prosperity that began with a great love and ended with the return of the mole-faced heirs of her father’s assassin. And it was recorded, all of it, for the survivor to read: [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eva Hunter: Writing in Chairs with Cats</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I write with a cat on my lap. I suspect many writers do. This one, part Siamese, is mostly white, except for her ears and tail, where a portion of brindle markings show up (“brindle,” or what Americans call “Calico,” and Australians—Assistant Executive Editor Carolyn Roberts informs me—definitely know are called “Tabbies”). Because I have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Joseph Dispenza: An Excerpt from Older Man/Younger Man: A Love Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[April 2009: In a Mexican Monastery  I wonder what these monks would think if they knew I was here working on a book about my love for a much younger man, and how that love has saved my soul. Love of men for other men is not unheard of in monasteries, of course. I have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Author Bios &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/author-biographies/author-bios-november-2011/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; LINDA BUCKMASTER has lived within a block of the ocean most of her life, growing up on the Atlantic coast of Florida during the fifties and sixties and living over thirty years in mid-coast Maine. She is the former Poet Laureate of Belfast, Maine, and her poetry, journalism, and fiction have appeared in Maine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Laura Merleau: Smash</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Out of luck and money The drugs ran into the tens Of thousands of dollars Not to mention the search For self which went Nowhere then around a Bend and, privately, many Doctors believed you were Little help to the great White wall they lifted Only to find another White wall behind it in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>From the Editors &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/from-the-editors-november-2011/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eva Hunter: Writing in Chairs with Cats.]]></description>
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		<title>Stories &#8211; November 2011</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Robbers Christopher Cook takes his readers and his characters on a wild ride in this excerpt from his novel, Robbers. &#160; The New Studio Edward Gutierrez tells us what “walking on broken glass” really means. &#160; You’ll Hit It Over the Anzalduas Bridge Robert P. Moreira writes about a young woman amidst coming [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Writings &#8211; November 2011</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:42:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Bus to Dolores Hidalgo For Linda Buckmaster, a non-stop bus to a small town in Mexico becomes a metaphor for life—and death. &#160; Older Man/Younger Man: A Love Story—Excerpt Joseph Dispenza tells the story of his retreat from Catholic Monkhood through a film-school career, to an understanding that love can release shame. &#160; Stone [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Poetry &#8211; November 2011</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 21:41:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Two Poems Wendy Taylor Carlisle Another Summer Romance &#38; He Tells Her The Secret Of Happiness is: Regular Sex And Having All His Clothes In One Place. &#160; Four poems from American Ghazals Sheila E. Murphy &#8220;She digs to the nearest possible depth&#8221; &#160; Smash Laura Merleau &#8220;Out of luck and money&#8221; &#160; Timeout [...]]]></description>
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