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		<title>Sponsors &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/sponsors/sponsors-november-2011/</link>
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		<title>Sheila E. Murphy: Four Poems</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/sheila-e-murphy-four-poems/</link>
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		<title>Bill Pearlman: Timeout</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/bill-pearlman-timeout/</link>
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		<title>Kate Mohler: Adoro A Mi Madre</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/kate-mohler-adoro-mi-madre/</link>
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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>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/carol-m-merchasin-how-it-goes-in-mexico-where-i-announce-the-winner-of-my-own-personal-travel-contest-the-best-undiscovered-beach-spot-ever/</link>
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		<title>Susan J. Cobb: Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz – A Real Marisabia</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/end-paper/susan-j-cobb-sor-juana-ines-de-la-cruz-a-real-marisabia/</link>
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		<title>John Warley: Akita</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/john-warley-akita/</link>
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		<title>Edward Gutierrez: The New Studio</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/edward-gutierrez-the-new-studio/</link>
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		<title>Ruth Kear: Gift of the Goddess</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/ruth-kear-gift-of-the-goddess/</link>
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		<title>Linda Buckmaster: Bus To Dolores Hidalgo</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/linda-buckmaster-bus-to-dolores-hidalgo/</link>
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		<title>Robert Paul Moreira: You&#8217;ll Hit It Over Anzalduas Bridge</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/robert-paul-moreira-youll-hit-it-over-anzalduas-bridge/</link>
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		<title>Gerard Helferich: An Excerpt from Stone of Kings: In Search of the Lost Jade of the Maya</title>
		<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>
		<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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		<title>Christopher Cook: Robbers (excerpt)</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/christopher-cook-robbers-excerpt/</link>
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		<title>Marianne Rogoff: Human Nature</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/marianne-rogoff-human-nature/</link>
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		<title>Susan McKinney de Ortega: Excerpt From Flirting in Spanish</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/susan-mckinney-de-ortega-excerpt-from-flirting-in-spanish/</link>
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		<title>Edward Swift: Excerpt from The Daughter of the Doctor and the Saint</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/edward-swift-excerpt-from-the-daughter-of-the-doctor-and-the-saint-2/</link>
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		<title>Eva Hunter: Writing in Chairs with Cats</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/eva-hunter-writing-in-chairs-with-cats/</link>
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		<title>Joseph Dispenza: An Excerpt from Older Man/Younger Man: A Love Story</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/joseph-dispenza-an-excerpt-from-older-manyounger-man-a-love-story/</link>
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		<title>Author Bios &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/author-biographies/author-bios-november-2011/</link>
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		<title>Laura Merleau: Smash</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/laura-merleau-smash/</link>
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		<title>From the Editors &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Eva Hunter: Writing in Chairs with Cats.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/from-the-editors-november-2011/</link>
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		<title>Stories &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/stories-november-2011/</link>
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		<title>Writings &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<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; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/writings-november-2011/</link>
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		<title>Poetry &#8211; November 2011</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/poetry-november-2011/</link>
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		<title>Wendy T. Carlisle:  Two Poems</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; HE TELLS HER THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS IS: REGULAR SEX AND HAVING ALL HIS CLOTHES IN ONE PLACE &#160; The couple with their sweaters tied around their necks, pace a shore line thick with dulse and plastic wrack. &#160; They throw their best selves, their secrets, down onto black sand, the beach lit by [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/wendy-t-carlisle-two-poems/</link>
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		<title>Wayne Greenhaw: A Writer for Our Times</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; He was my friend. I can’t say I knew him for many, many years, as some who read this will be able to say. But I knew him for a few years in San Miguel de Allende, in Mexico. We taught at literary conferences as fellow faculty. We were judges together on a literary [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/wayne-greenhaw-a-writer-for-our-times/</link>
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		<title>James Cervantes: Assuming the position of poetry editor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was honored to have poems included in Sol&#8217;s first year and am now pleased to be handed the duties of poetry editor by Bill Pearlman. Bill has done a great job in establishing a broad selection of poetry in Sol&#8216;s pages and I am quite content to maintain that breadth of taste. I hope [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/james-cervantes-assuming-the-position-of-poetry-editor/</link>
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		<title>Stories &#8211; July 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Valparaíso (an Excerpt) In this story by Tony Cohan, a man searches for his brother in Chile, despite deep foreboding. The Levirate Marriage Roberta Rich takes the reader into an earlier time, when to be alive is to be in danger. Christmas Tides Seagulls, sibling rivalry, fish and chips, and beer, frame Carolyn Roberts&#8217;s sparkling [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/stories-july-2011/</link>
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		<title>From the Editors &#8211; July 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[James Cervantes writes about taking over as poetry editor for Sol. Eva Hunter on Wayne Greenhaw: A Writer for Our Times.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/from-the-editors-july-2011/</link>
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		<title>Tony Cohan: Excerpt from &#8220;VALPARAÍSO.&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Marimar’s father was a sailor. He worked the big ships carrying Chilean copper to the US and Europe. Sometimes he crewed on scientific expeditions to Antarctica. He was an ardent supporter of Salvador Allende and after the 1973 coup he never came home. Marimar told me that when she was a girl she used to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/tony-cohan-excerpt-from-valparaiso/</link>
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		<title>Roberta Rich: The Levirate Marriage, Chapter One</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ottoman Empire, Caucasus Region, High Taurus Mountains,Village of Kas June 1579 &#160; Nursing lambs never stray far from their mother’s teats. If Zofia had been paying attention, she would have heard the black lamb’s frantic bleating and the answering cry of its mother. But the girl squatted on the hillside, jutting rocks digging into her [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/roberta-rich-the-levirate-marriage-chapter-one/</link>
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		<title>José Skinner: Qué Será</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Qué será, será.” This wasn’t actually the first thing she said after telling him she thought she might be pregnant. Before these words came out, they’d discussed the quality of the pregnancy test stick, examined its packaging, verified the expiration date. His first impulse was to walk back to the village farmacia and get another—this [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/jose-skinner-que-sera/</link>
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		<title>John Yohe: María José</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Who am I? You’re just now asking me? Ok, I’ll tell you my story, though you won’t understand me. I’m from Guadalajara, I was born there. My father worked in a panadería, a bread store, and mother worked in a tortillería, where tortillas are made. The real kind that smell good and you can eat [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/john-yohe-maria-jose/</link>
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		<title>Writings &#8211; July 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Saying Goodbye To Miss Spetgang A blind girl learns to survive, excel and forgive in this piece by Deborah Kent Stein. An excerpt from Final Verdict: What Really Happened In The Rosenberg Case “Walter [Schneir] tells how he was serendipitously able to test the authenticity of the Russian documents while spending a winter writing and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/writings-july-2011/</link>
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		<title>Poetry &#8211; July 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Objet petit-a Ankur Betageri &#8220;A maddening beauty&#8221; Volvo Pelirrojo Yago Cura &#8220;was hoping the totaled crimson Volvo was going to toe down and shape up&#8221; San Blas James A. Hawley &#8220;Annette —who was deathly afraid of bugs— &#38; I once Spent a week together in a room near San Blas&#8221; Incursion Halvard Johnson &#8220;Evening feathers [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/poetry-july-2011/</link>
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		<title>Deborah Kent Stein: Saying Goodbye to Miss Spetgang</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; The roof of our school was flat as a plank, and covered with a smooth, rubbery substance that gave a little bounce to my feet when I ran. In inner-city Paterson, New Jersey, space was scarce, and the school board had turned the roof into a playground just for us, the kids in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/deborah-kent-stein-saying-goodbye-to-miss-spetgang/</link>
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		<title>Walter Schneir: excerpt from &#8220;Final Verdict: What Really Happened In The Rosenberg Case&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Introductory Notes by Miriam Schneir For fifty years my late husband and colleague, Walter Schneir, remained a dedicated student of the Rosenberg case. He and I began the research that resulted in our jointly authored book, Invitation to an Inquest, in 1959—only six years after Julius Rosenberg and his wife, Ethel, the parents of two [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/walter-schneir-excerpt-from-final-verdict-what-really-happened-in-the-rosenberg-case/</link>
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		<title>Lynda Schor: The Dog Playground</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We, some of the gringos of San Miguel de Allende, meet in the jardin, the central square, to give our dogs a chance to play together, and to talk about getting municipal officials to set aside part of Parque Juarez, or a small piece of land somewhere in town, for a dog playground. Most of us [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/lynda-schor-the-dog-playground/</link>
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		<title>John Simonds: The Goose of Christmas Past</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On an arctic-cold morning in late December, I spied six geese performing their morning ablutions in an open patch of icy water on the Chicago River. They used their elongated necks as scoops to ladle water onto their feathered backs, then toweled off by standing erect in the icy water and flapping their wings until [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/john-simonds-the-goose-of-christmas-past/</link>
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		<title>Jack Steele: A Prologue to other Sides: Revisiting the Route taken by Graham Green in 1938</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Writer’s note:  I visited Nuevo Laredo in April 2003, a relatively peaceful time between the drug war madnesses. The name has changed, but the small neon sign outside is altered, not replaced, as if to send this message: It’s really the same, amigo. Don’t let the new name bother you. The inside is exactly the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/jack-steele-a-prologue-to-other-sides-revisiting-the-route-taken-by-graham-green-in-1938/</link>
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		<title>Jay W. Vogt: Running Scared</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In my inner-city neighborhood, there were three rules about the big, wild park that bordered the back of my house. First, don’t go into it at all.  Second, if you must go, don’t go to the other side (where the drug dealing and gang fights will get you). Third, if you are crazy enough to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/jay-w-vogt-running-scared/</link>
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		<title>John Warley: Sonny in Camden</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At a pay phone off the interstate, I scanned the modest phone book for Camden, South Carolina with the sense that I was about to stutter my way through some awkward questions with hard answers. Even in small towns, eight years bring change. It had been that long since I&#8217;d spoken to Sonny&#8217;s mother, a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/john-warley-sonny-in-camden/</link>
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		<title>Ankur Betageri: Objet Petit-a</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A maddening beauty she expanded with weird angles and before I could realize she’d thrown up on my road a truckload of shiny iron pipe-joints She was beautiful and huge and dangerous: a gigantic red mouth opening in the sky. And I stood, looking up a tree waiting to be enveloped by the balmy breath [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/ankur-betageri-objet-petit-a/</link>
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		<title>Yago Cura: Volvo Pelirrojo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; was hoping the totaled crimson Volvo was going to toe down and shape up &#160; it had already shown regenerative properties and i got to thinking the calaveras could be remanded, that the somnambulant water pump, the spark plug wires shredded Carbonara, the spark plugs themselves, carbonized as they were past mechanical retribution might [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/yago-cura-volvo-pelirojo/</link>
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		<title>James A. Hawley: San Blas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; &#160; Annette — who was deathly afraid of bugs— &#38; I once Spent a week together in a room near San Blas that we Shared with a roach the size of a dinner plate. The door only Locked from the outside &#38; I took the key with me when I went To get [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/james-a-hawley-san-blas/</link>
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		<title>Halvard Johnson: Incursion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  Evening feathers across the sky. One by one, the colonizers come.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/halvard-johnson-incursion/</link>
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		<title>W.F. Lantry: Cabrillo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Those voices, and the sea, and this cold wind, this carnival of light and unknown masks the seawall, in its darkness, and the road now filled with unremembered faces, or their gestures, indicating something I seemed to acknowledge then, or half know now, return, and through these distances, this space or strange confusion almost [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/w-f-lantry-cabrillo/</link>
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		<title>Author Bios &#8211; July 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; ANKUR BETAGERI (b.1983) is a bilingual fiction writer and poet – writing in English and Kannada –based in New Delhi. He has a collection of short stories (Bhog and Other Stories, 2010), two collections of poetry in Kannada (Hidida Usiru, 2004 and Idara Hesaru, 2006) and one in English (The Sea of Silence, 2000). [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/author-biographies/author-bios-july-2011/</link>
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		<title>Sponsors &#8211; July 2011</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/sponsors/sponsors-july-2011/</link>
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		<title>Anne Nicolai: Coffee &#8211; Grounds for Lasting Friendship</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I can honestly say that, with one notable exception, I am on friendly terms with every one of a fairly impressive list of former “significant others,” and I think I know why. It’s because they all share my affinity for coffee. The man I married just out of college doesn’t drink coffee—never did. Which [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/end-paper/anne-nicolai-coffee-grounds-for-lasting-friendship/</link>
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		<title>Joe Somoza: Mouth Piece</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; &#160; Either, or. You do it to the words, or the words make you. You sound. They sound you. You speak your language: it speaks you, its mouth, its instrument, the horn it blows to make you foolish and true. Both, and. Your words. You blow your true and foolish horn.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/joe-somoza-mouth-piece/</link>
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		<title>Carolyn Roberts: Christmas Tides</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“What an amazing little girl,” says the rosy-cheeked lady in the front row, as I curtsy to my audience. “And only six years old,” I answer. She hands me a large bunch of yellow flowers, tied up with a floppy, lacy bow, like the one on mum’s anniversary present. I cradle them in my arms. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/carolyn-roberts-christmas-tides/</link>
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		<title>Writings &#8211; March 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; The Year the World Stood Still The implications of conversations twenty years apart between Joseph Dispenza and film director Robert Wise stimulate this conversation about the future. &#160; Persuing a New Obsession – Maya Civilization A trip of sights and sounds in a Mexican jungle, by Leigh Hymans. &#160; From Buryin&#8217; Daddy: Putting My Lebanese, Catholic, Southern [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/writings-march-2011/</link>
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		<title>Poetry &#8211; March 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Shock Value For James Cervantes things, even word forms, change. &#160; Prayer for Joe’s Taco Lounge, Mill Valley Molly Fisk’s ode to another place. &#160; The Beach Here, Peter Marin offers contemplation of eternity. &#160; Confetti A remembrance of injustice, by Jodie Lea Martire. &#160; White-faced Ibis Bill Pearlman’s bird dreams and more. &#160; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/poetry-march-2011/</link>
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		<title>Eva Hunter: A Most Satisfactory Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[With the March, 2011 issue, we&#8217;ve completed our first year of publishing. And what a year it&#8217;s been! We&#8217;ve had an excerpt from C.M. Mayo&#8217;s book, The Last Prince of Mexico; a short-story, The Pickpocket, from multi-award winning writer Christopher Cook; an essay from Tony Cohan; fiction from Wayne Greenhaw; poetry from Margaret Randall; and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/eva-hunter-a-most-satisfactory-year/</link>
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		<title>Aaron Clark: Real Enough</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I. “Why don’t you want to eat it?” she said. “Because it’s not real chicken. It’s not real,” he said. “Well, there’s got to be some chicken in it or else they couldn’t sell it as &#8216;Chicken Nuggets.’” “Says who?” “Says somebody important. Here. Read the package.” “Well, it’s not all chicken like it used [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/aaron-clark-real-enough/</link>
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		<title>Matthew Dexter: Safest Gym in Juarez, Mexico</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Treadmills: I use the treadmill not so much for exercise as for the sensors which measure heart rate through your palms. I do this to ascertain whether I’m still alive. Red letters display proof of existence, a number that often doesn’t surpass the weekly murder rate of this city. The drug war has crippled our family. We’ve lost [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/matthew-dexter-safest-gym-in-juarez-mexico/</link>
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		<title>Nathan Feuerberg: Exquisite Encounter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They move through the crowd to the back of the train car. Her daughter bounces into an empty seat while Diana hovers above her, holding onto the leather strap which loops from the overhead bar. Before they&#8217;ve left Union Square her daughter is engrossed in a paperback. Only nine, Diana thinks, and Maria’s already reading [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/nathan-feuerberg-exquisite-encounter/</link>
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		<title>Wayne Greenhaw: The Lonely Cello</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Every afternoon I walked from the center of town to our rented home in colonia San Antonio. Passing the ice cream vendors on the corner of Canal and Hernandez Macias, where I spoke a cordial “Buenos tardes,” to mi amigo Alfredo, I strode down the hill on Canal toward the bridge beneath Quebrada. Walking under [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/wayne-greenhaw-the-lonely-cello/</link>
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		<title>Bill Meissner: Fainting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We didn’t know much then—what we did know were the insides of cigarette packages and the inside of the boys’ room where, during recess, we sneaked in to try some fainting. There we were, Phil Keyhoe, Tommy Madsen and me, Skip Carrigan, three cocky eighth-graders crouched on our haunches in the middle of the bathroom. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/william-meissner-fainting/</link>
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		<title>Joseph Dispenza: The Year the World Stood Still</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last year in San Miguel de Allende, a feeling of stasis seemed to have set in. What happened&#8230;and how are we sorting it all out? Klaatu: I am fearful when I see people substituting fear for reason. &#8211; &#8220;The Day the Earth Stood Still&#8221; (1951) In a previous lifetime, as a student and later a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/joseph-dispenzathe-year-the-world-stood-still/</link>
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		<title>Leigh Hyams: Persuing A New Obsession &#8211; Maya Civilization</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A friend and I pooled our pesos to hire a car and a Mexican driver in San Cristobal de las Casas for the eight-hour trip on twisting mountain roads to Lacondon—an area of extant Maya in Chiapas. The road moved over endless topes (unmarked speed bumps), through small villages, deep green valleys, and high peaks [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/leigh-hyams-persuing-a-new-obsession-maya-civilization/</link>
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		<title>Teresa Nicholas: excerpt from&#8211;Buryin&#8217; Daddy: Putting My Lebanese, Catholic, Southern Baptist Childhood to Rest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Chapter Eight Mama called. It was a blinding January morning, the kind that happens rarely in New York, when the slow gray clouds of a winter storm finally lift and the sun comes out startling strong, composing the day into hard blue skies and white-capped lawns. Even before her stroke, Mama would always wait for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/teresa-nicholas-excerpt-from-buryin-daddy-putting-my-lebanese-catholic-southern-baptist-childhood-to-rest/</link>
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		<title>Anne Nicolai: How I Lost My Voice And How Karaoke Found It.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was ten years old, a girlfriend told me I was a terrible singer. She was my best friend and I trusted her opinion. So, for thirty years, I shut up. I didn’t sing in the shower. I didn’t sing in the car. I didn’t sing in church. I didn’t sing around the campfire. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/anne-nicolai-how-i-lost-my-voice-and-how-karaoke-found-it/</link>
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		<title>Edward Simpson: A Bit of Obedient Raging</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m only 83&#8211;my brother is 90&#8211;and I’m enumerating some losses this morning because, though I&#8217;m not really old, I do feel them. The taste of coffee is much less vibrant than it used to be, for example&#8211;probably because the aroma is gone&#8211;and these losses lead me into a thicket of diminished sense perception that I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/edward-simpson-a-bit-of-obedient-raging/</link>
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		<title>Jim Cervantes: Shock Value</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Words that wore hatchets in the heady days of high poetics awake festooned with incomplete days. . What shall I make of that? asks a plump little sausage with boundless sexual appetite, . then defers to a narrative leafing out: so many elections apparently decided, so much collateral damage. . Suppose it went like [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/jim-cervantes-shock-value/</link>
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		<title>Molly Fisk: Prayer for Joe&#8217;s Taco Lounge,Mill Valley</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Fig-sized red and orange all-year Christmas bulbs splash their holy light on the plastic-coated tablecloths and glint against the bottled throats of every brand . of hot sauce — El Yucateco, Tapatio, Dona Maria&#8217;s Mole, singing their fiery songs on a shelf that lines the room, nestled among a hundred ceramic Madonnas — . [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/molly-fisk-prayer-for-joes-taco-loungemill-valley/</link>
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		<title>Peter Marin: The Beach</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; The ocean was always there, always the edge, always the limitless limit, breaking, whole. Always. Nights, in the distance, the stars fell and fell without end. Nights! And the women, moving or still, underneath or above. Always, the ocean and the setting of suns dusk after dusk, and the heart as it opened: the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/peter-marin-the-beach/</link>
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		<title>Jodie Lea Martire: Confetti</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On October 2, 1968, over 300 protesting students and civilians were killed by police and soldiers in the Plaza de las Tres Culturas, Tlatelolco, Mexico City. The slogan El dos de octubre no se olvida [The second of October will not be forgotten] is still used in graffiti and at protest marches throughout Mexico. Those responsible have never [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/jodie-lea-martire-confetti/</link>
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		<title>Bill Pearlman: White-faced Ibis</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What if these formations of birds involve flying somewhere to dream &#38; back again, outward across the skyscape into the sunset how did it happen so many so close attuned to such strange configurations of desire]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/bill-pearlman-white-faced-ibis/</link>
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		<title>Margaret Randall: Laurette at Teotihuacán</title>
		<description><![CDATA[.                                                                                                          &#8211; for my son Gregory You walk with small steps, back absolutely erect, a picnic basket swinging on your arm. From the painted cane of that basket dark breads and rich patés emerge along with monogrammed linen, butter knives and thermos of good tea. . Your weekly visit meets with local diggers who work [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/margaret-randall-laurette-at-teotihuacan/</link>
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		<title>Author Biographies &#8211; March 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; JAMES CERVANTES was the editor of The Salt River Review for thirteen years. His latest book, Temporary Meaning, is available from Hamilton Stone Editions. Other books include The Headlong Future, The Year Is Approaching Snow, and Changing The Subject, a dialogue in poems with Halvard Johnson. AARON CLARK teaches English at Brookhaven College in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/author-biographies/author-bios-march-2011/</link>
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		<title>Sponsors &#8211; March 2011</title>
		<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 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/sponsors/sponsors-march-2011/</link>
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		<title>Lucina Kathman: Thinking about Peace</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Do you have peace in your family? Do you have peace in your body? Do you have peace in your soul? My Senegalese friend told me that to greet a person politely, you must ask these questions. Peace comes first. Yet when we have it, we take it for granted, and when we see it slipping [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/end-paper/lucina-kathman-thinking-about-peace/</link>
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		<title>Stories &#8211; March 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Real Enough In this bright story, Aaron Clark asks: When is a chicken really a chicken? &#160; Safest Gym in Juarez, Mexico Matthew Dexter describes life around exercise machines and routines, and drug cartels in Mexico. &#160; Exquisite Encounter Nathan Feuerberg writes about a daughter approaching adolescence, prompting painful memories of her mother. &#160; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/stories-march-2011/</link>
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		<title>Call For Submissions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[SOL: English Writing in Mexico is a  thrice yearly on-line literary magazine that accepts fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Nonfiction categories are personal essays, literary nonfiction, memoir.  Fiction may be short story or book excerpt. We will accept excerpts from novels or nonfiction books that have been recently published or are about to be published. A [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/call-for-submissions/call-for-submissions/</link>
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		<title>Bill Pearlman: From the Editors</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m writing this just as the Fiestas Patrias for Mexico’s Bicentenario here in San Miguel have closed. Lots of fireworks, people in the streets, a lot of partying, the Jardin packed with visitors. Our first issue seemed to attract a lot of attention and we had a huge quantity of submissions for this issue. It looks [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/from-the-editors/bill-pearlman-from-the-editors/</link>
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		<title>Stories &#8211; November 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Midwife of Venice Roberta Rich writes a story of moral choices within cultural contexts. &#160; The Pickpocket When is a pickpocket not a pickpocket &#8211; an adventure in the underground metros and train stations of Paris, by Christopher Cook. &#160; Alegría Edward Simpson examines the joy of living in this story with a twist. &#160; Everybody Is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/stories-november-2010/</link>
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		<title>Roberta Rich: The Midwife of Venice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[   Ghetto Nuovo, Venice 1575 At midnight, the dogs, cats, and rats rule Venice. The Ponte di Ghetto Nuovo, the bridge which leads to the ghetto, trembles under the weight of sacks of rotting vegetables, rancid fat, and vermin. Shapeless matter, perhaps animal, floats to the surface of Rio di San Girolamo and hovers on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/roberta-rich-the-midwife-of-venice/</link>
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		<title>Christopher Cook: The Pickpocket</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My name is Christian Richelieu. A good name, all in all, and famous on both counts, though neither appreciably influenced my life. That I don’t believe in a Messiah practically goes without saying. The notion that a Savior will rescue us from loneliness and despair would amuse me if not for the misery. But the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/christopher-cook-the-pickpocket/</link>
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		<title>Edward Simpson: Alegría</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Driving through the rain, through the night, uphill, up the foothills, up the mountains, the rain washing the car, washing the windshield but leaving her vision blurred, the woman wept, crying uncontrollably as she wheeled the Datsun around the mountain bends, the car climbing against the mountains, against the rain, accelerating down a declivity and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/edward-simpson-alegria/</link>
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		<title>Sue McKinney: Everybody Is A Star</title>
		<description><![CDATA[     Notes for When I´m Famous A blog by Alex Noonan 6 am  Day One. Side bends. Knee bends. Hair flip. Ta da! Ready for my future as The Most Popular Sophomore! Alright, I can hear you, my fans, laughing. Stop laughing! This is my new blog: EverybodyIsAStar. I&#8217;m going to chart my path to stardom in my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/sue-mckinney-everybody-star/</link>
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		<title>Wayne Greenhaw: I Remember You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  In Memory of Stan &#38; Irma Richman, San Miguel, RIP 2009 On a slow Sunday morning he drove down the hillside and stopped across the street from St. Paul’s Episcopal. Annie leaned across the seat and pecked him on the cheek. “See you in an hour or so.” Watching her skip across the pavement [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/wayne-greenhaw-i-remember-you/</link>
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		<title>Teresa Nicholas: The Death of Señor López Luna</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was lying on my back in bed with an ice pack on my foot when I learned that Señor López Luna had died. It was hot for August. The desert air was light, untroubled, punctuated by the peals of church bells from one of San Miguel de Allende’s dozens of churches and by the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/fiction/teresa-nicholas-the-death-of-senor-lopez-luna/</link>
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		<title>Writings &#8211; November 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Monk&#8217;s Tale Joseph Dispenza describes his early life as an altar boy and a world he hadn&#8217;t quite expected. Activist Redux Ric McBrier reveals the dynamics of the election day that brought Barack Obama to the Presidency of the United States, and McBrier&#8217;s return to politics. Brilling in Cyberland Pat Perrin and Wim Coleman in a fanciful interview approved [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/writings-november-2010/</link>
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		<title>Joseph Dispenza: The Monk&#8217;s Tale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A priest drove me to the walls of the monastery—literally and figuratively. The priest who delivered me in his black Buick to the place in the Midwest where I would live three months as a postulant—one who proposes to enter monastic life—was the same priest who introduced me to some of the evils of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/joseph-dispenza-the-monks-tale/</link>
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		<title>Ric McBrier: Activist Redux</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Presidential Election Day, 2008. 5:30 AM:  I open the doors to the Obama Campaign’s storefront office in Geneva, Ohio, population 7,000. I place our cardboard A-frame Obama/Biden sign along the highway and look to the nearby silhouette of Geneva’s Civil War monument: soldier standing guard Union hat on, musket held ready. Today, Geneva is the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/ric-mcbrier-activist-redux/</link>
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		<title>Wim Coleman and Pat Perrin: Brillig in Cyberland</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a void. It wasn’t darkness or silence. It was the absence of all sense. J. X. Brillig couldn’t think in terms of blindness or deafness, because there was no such thing as sight or sound—and certainly not touch. She couldn’t remember words like eyes and ears. I guess this is what that last [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/wim-coleman-and-pat-perrin-brillig-in-cyberland/</link>
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		<title>Carolyn Roberts: Return to Manly Cove</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A Grey Nurse shark passes overhead not two meters from us, a slow-motion, zero-gravity elegance. Stingrays, small and large, move along in graceful flight.Schools of Stripies, Sweep, Whiting and Ocean Perch overtake us as we stop a minute to read the signs that name and describe the marine life-forms that preside behind the thick acrylic. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/non-fiction/carolyn-roberts-return-to-manly-cove/</link>
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		<title>Poetry &#8211; November 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[. Hurricanes Named After Us Atmospheric disturbances as well as personal ones define this poem by William Doreski. . The Next Week in Nogales A pleasant break spent in Mexico by Marjorie Maddox. . Roca Blanca Bill Pearlman offers us the beauty of the Oaxacan coast. . Fern G.Z. Carr: Marlin A choreography or color [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/poetry-november-2010/</link>
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		<title>William Doreski: Hurricanes Named After Us</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The season’s first two hurricanes have named themselves after us. As they plow across the Atlantic toward Florida, we drift over books we’ve admired all our lives. &#160; You’re still retreating from Moscow in the bosom of War and Peace while I drift along the equator in the doldrums of Moby-Dick. Your storm will cross [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/william-doreski-hurricanes-named-after-us/</link>
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		<title>Bill Pearlman: Roca Blanca</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  This thoroughly pristine wonder . and waves crashing against rocks and crabs scuttling sideways and the overjoyed men &#38; women naked in sand &#38; sea&#8211; oh there must be places in the long unswum waters out into pure vastness expanding from the eye&#8217;s rapturous glance at surfaces disclosing such depth no description quite sees [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/bill-pearlman-roca-blanca/</link>
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		<title>Fern G.Z. Carr: Marlin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  A vertical matrix the color of brushed platinum, rows and columns motionless but for fanning fins . interrupted by convulsive choreography – sudden jerks that regroup flat silvery bodies . into a new array of communal fin fanning – a syncopated tango that dances on until its rhythm is . s-h-a-t-t-e-r-e-d, sabotaged by a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/fern-g-z-carr-marlin/</link>
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		<title>Jon Looney: Nation Building</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  bricks bricks and mortar bricks and bulging mortar cascading mortar . bricks build a wall a room a casa a colonia a city a country . poco a poco . one brick at a time and then: another brick . scientists say the atom is the basic building block of all life . in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/jon-looney-nation-building/</link>
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		<title>Katka: El Charco del Ingenio</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  ( botanical garden of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico) . I. I tiptoe along a yellow path which is bent into a thousand angles a weasel shuffles along behind me I look back and she in the form of a dog now disappears with the speed of light inside of a turquoise crevice between [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/katka-el-charco-del-ingenio/</link>
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		<title>Margaret Randall: Palenque</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  On the ridge looking from and down mountainsides, to the Usumacinta River and beyond Palenque rises through jungle in bleached stone, spectral white etched in moist gray: Bàak in the mouths of modern Maya. . Centuries yet no time at all has passed since our year 800 when a great city began to melt [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/margaret-randall-palenque/</link>
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		<title>Author Biographies &#8211; November 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[FERN G. Z. CARR is a former lawyer, teacher and past president of the local branch of the BC Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.  A member of The League of Canadian Poets, she composes and translates poetry in five languages.  Carr has been invited to read her poetry in New York, Montreal [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/author-biographies/author-biographies-november-2010/</link>
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		<title>Marjorie Maddox: The Next Week in Nogales</title>
		<description><![CDATA[.  Tan and braless in Mexico, we barter for blankets, baskets, an ivory chess set, a fifth of tequila. Your fake disgust is at its best: we slide everything into sacks cheaply, smile only after we round the corner a good fifty feet from the stands. . You put an arm on my shoulder, tug [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/poetry/marjorie-maddox-the-next-week-in-nogales/</link>
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		<title>Sponsors &#8211; November 2010</title>
		<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 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/sponsors/sponsors-november-2010/</link>
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		<title>End Paper &#8211; November 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In Remembrance of  Leonard &#8216;Red&#8217; Bird]]></description>
		<link>http://www.solliterarymagazine.com/end-paper/end-paper-november-2010/</link>
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