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	<description>May-June 2012        --         The On-Line Magazine of Art, Information &#38; Entertainment          --          Volume 8, Number 3</description>
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		<title>Beth Couture/Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 00:57:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You don’t know why you’re doing it. You don’t know why your voice is so hard, why your legs have stopped shaking and your belly is warm now, why you feel like you could do anything and get away with it. But you aren’t going to stop.]]></description>
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		<title>Stephen Poleskie/Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 01:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[His flying machine was a simply made affair of nylon fabric and bamboo sticks, lashed together with cord. The boy had assembled his device many times, but the pitch of the roof, and the wind, were making it difficult today. An audience had gathered in the streets, and a few people were waiting at the base of the water tower, with lifted heads and clucking among themselves. No one was brave enough, or foolish enough to climb the rusting ladder to try to get him down, but someone had called the police and the fire department. The boy could hear the wailing of the sirens as these public servants raced each other through the labyrinth below.]]></description>
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		<title>Ann Bogle/Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 18:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kenny Rogers came into AMPs with another man who looked like the cousin of all the men in upstate New York.  His eyes were dull as a dog’s and had a predictable closeness; his nose was sharp.  They sat next to Anneliese, the way men often did when she was with Hymen, as if she were alone, and began to talk to her.  Anneliese enjoyed these conversations more than Hymen did.]]></description>
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		<title>Sridala Swami/Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mistaken Identity Obasa min Dahlin’ used his head to stop a bullet. The people in the press room used their eyes. If they blinked with their eyes closed they sometimes saw a deeper red. Their wide-angled phones caught everything – they were so powerful. They were so powerful they could tune rumour into fact. [One [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carlo Matos/Fiction</title>
		<link>http://ragazine.cc/2011/08/carlo-matosfiction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 04:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; No Bones About It Or the Case of the Too-Right Shoes &#160; There was a word for it he was sure, but he had no head for trivia, and the more he tried to remember some small amusing or interesting factoid, the quicker he forgot it.  [What is aphasia, Alex?] His roommate, on the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Racquel Goodison/Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 00:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Morning By Racquel Goodison One morning, as I was waking up from anxious dreams, I discovered that I was not in my room.  I was, in fact, not at all in my home or the world that I went to sleep in. The air was still and my breathing and heart beat was a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pedro Ponce/Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 00:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA["The Department Assessor seems to appear from nowhere with a steaming mug that reads STATISTICIANS DO IT BY THE NUMBERS. Nice to see you out and about, she says, especially during a Code Lavender."]]></description>
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		<title>Eric Bennett/Fiction</title>
		<link>http://ragazine.cc/2011/05/eric-bennettfiction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:03:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[    The Truth About Love By Eric Bennett Kyon natters softly.  His mouthful of little songs wakes Cho because it’s the sound of her son.  She opens her eyes and gazes into his copper-coin face, her devotion the precise size and density of a four-year old boy.  Uncurling from around Kyon, Cho flounders out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>John Palen/Fiction</title>
		<link>http://ragazine.cc/2011/05/john-palenfiction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:02:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; End of the Day By John Palen &#160; After cleaning up the kitchen for the third time that day, Dave sat at the table with a cup of coffee and his list. The table was covered with a fresh cloth, green and yellow. The house was quiet and, except for the kitchen, dark. On a sheet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Daniel Dragomirescu/Translation</title>
		<link>http://ragazine.cc/2011/03/chained-by-law-033111/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 10:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Chained by Law Excerpt from the novel Cronica Teodoreştilor/Chronicle of a Lost World Translated by Loredana Andreea Matei University of Bucharest * * * On a bright and sunny day, in the early autumn of 1950, when each Romanian, breathless, expected the Americans’ arrival, and Groza Dej’s days seemed more numbered than ever, Stelian&#8217;s Teodorescu, [...]]]></description>
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