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	<title>Ripple - an online journal of the arts</title>
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		<title>Diana Scott, &#160;&#160;All and Nothing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[All I have is air, paired off into nitrogen and nitrogen, oxygen and oxygen, inhale and exhale. I reach my arm out and there&#8217;s nothing. My hand falls through invisible particles that refuse to become the three layer dip of your skin. Inhaling is the hardest part, taking in the elements devoid of you. Close [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/30/diana-scott-all-and-nothing/</link>
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		<title>Antonio Felaco, &#160;&#160;&#160;Carnival</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/antonio-felaco-carnival/</link>
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		<title>Charmagne Coe, &#160;&#160;A refuge and then courage comes</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/a-refuge-and-then-courage-comes-charmagne-coe/</link>
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		<title>Charmagne Coe, &#160;&#160;Hover above our intellect</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/hover-above-our-intellect-charmagne-coe/</link>
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		<title>Charmagne Coe, &#160;&#160;Led me here and this I gather</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/led-me-here-and-this-i-gather-charmagne-coe/</link>
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		<title>James Ruppert, &#160;&#160;Two Gulf Yawning</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/two-gulf-yawning-james-ruppert/</link>
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		<title>Amy German, &#160;&#160;La Perouse</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/amy-german-la-perouse/</link>
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		<title>Brad Efford, &#160;&#160;For Andre Breton, who once said that everything is inestimably easy.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the back of your mind
there are villains
stealing silence from shadows,
there are warm wet bodies
pressing on burning brick
walls holding their breaths
held in place by pushpins,
held sturdy in place
by the fear of recognition,
of appearance.
In cold cobwebbed cellars
underneath the back
of your mind, the far back
corner of your mind
there is hot ambition combusting,
bubbling over lips of
clean concrete crates,
there [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/for-andre-breton-who-once-said-that-everything-is-inestimably-easy-brad-efford/</link>
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		<title>Brad Efford, &#160;&#160;For Fairfield, Alabama, and all that began there.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m tired of poems that can be described
With just one word, I’m tired of books
That need a blurb to sell themselves,
I want a product that does more than it says.
I want the end of the earth on a platter,
For all of this to matter it would take a miracle
That would cost a lifetime of yeses
And [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/for-fairfield-alabama-and-all-that-began-there-brad-efford/</link>
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		<title>Brad Efford, &#160;&#160;For fruit.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is the way I’ve started eating oranges:
Each half in fourths, it’s a dance of peeling
The bitter bark away from the meat
Piece by piece.  This is how it is with bananas:
Browning they’re halved and one
Is cut for a bowl of oat cereal, the other
Is stripped completely before eaten bite by bite.
With apples I make [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/28/for-fruit-brad-efford/</link>
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		<title>Gwyn McVay, &#160;&#160;A Whole Bunch of Ways To Say</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hello, good morning. Hello, meadowsweet
that pinkly lines the river. Hello, book
with deckled pages. Hello, lucky day
from picking up a penny. Lo, I greet
milord the sunshine. Hi, unfocused look
of upthrust glacial mountainhead, display
of winter storefront dazzlement. Hello,
sundogs loping at the edge of sight,
goosedown on a wet and chilly night.
Hi, summer afternoon. Good morning, snow
that drifts us [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/27/root-guru-gwyn-mcvay/</link>
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		<title>Jay Davis, &#160;&#160;&#160;Mist and Rain</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/27/jay-davis-mist-and-rain/</link>
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		<title>Gwyn McVay, &#160;&#160;My Own Nude</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am my own Nude. -Anne Carson
Voluptuosity? Go down.
Cascades, cataracts: fat in a bra,
globes of honey tickled into
some palm, but only Anubis,
lover and coroner, sees the yellow drupes
of cells stacked inside, parts the lips
of the Y-incision most tenderly.
The living see only the juicy
dive, meetly and sweetly, between
strong marked-up thighs. What moving
finger writ these runes? White [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/27/my-own-nude-gwyn-mcvay/</link>
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		<title>Gwyn McVay, &#160;&#160;Root Guru</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I got a High John the Conqueroo
trading card in my pack of ten
from the convenience store.
I got root access through you,
root doctor, root guru,
ghost in the UNIX shell.
Penguins taught you and you
taught me. See? How a mojo hand
trails off in rootlets, a taproot
where saxophones divide,
a girl named Truffles brushes the drums
with hairy ginseng from the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/27/root-guru-gwyn-mcvay-2/</link>
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		<title>Jessica Eadie, &#160;&#160;Rain Dances</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The rumbling stomach
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;of the sky releases
Summer’s symphony. Our
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;tennis shoes still resting
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;by the door and our toes
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;free-dance across the mud
that squishes in between.
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Our swirls leave signatures
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;deep inside the earth and
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;stains bleed through our jeans.
As we spin, the cruel
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;words and sibling pains
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;of the day drizzle down
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;and puddle away from
the thunder that we make.
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/27/rain-dances-jessica-eadie/</link>
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		<title>Julia Thalen, &#160;&#160;Driftwood</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Satin remnant of a howling storm
Fragmented from its original form
Stripped of protection, broken, tossed
And tumbled, sea-soaked, missing, lost
Like a sailor on unfamiliar seas
Drifting ashore on a delicate breeze
To a destination unknown
Into a shell-strewn tideline sewn
Tangled with seaweed and beachglass and sand
Landing as new wood, refined, yet unplanned
Not belonging, but soon enough
A removed diamond from the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/27/driftwood-julia-thalen/</link>
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		<title>Mandy May, &#160;&#160;Implosion, Explosion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She says:
I don&#8217;t feel right. I&#8217;m imploding
or exploding. I&#8217;m not sure
which.
He said:
The leaves are falling off the trees,
browned to the color of the cancer
rust edging up the fenders of my car.
Usually just the leaves die, but
I think the trees are dying too.
She says:
My head is swollen. Pregnant
with ideas and failure. Full of mourning
and morning sickness. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/27/mandy-may-implosion-explosion/</link>
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		<title>John Haggerty, &#160;&#160;&#160;Foyer</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/john-haggerty-foyer/</link>
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		<title>Max Eber, &#160;&#160;Questions for Her (As She’s Not Here) </title>
		<description><![CDATA[What would you think of me
if I set a table for iced tea out in a park
with two chairs; for you, for me while air
still gold, the cloth checked, gone Deco?
You&#8217;d look swell in such a place, I swear
you would. Not far from a lake, it&#8217;d all look
just out of this world, like some pearl-strung
still [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/max-eber-questions-for-her-as-she%e2%80%99s-not-here/</link>
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		<title>Megan Lambert, &#160;&#160;Long Live</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And it steps as it steps,
through the high grass fields.
And it weeps while it walks,
like it always will.
When it laughs,
when it cries,
it&#8217;s explosive.
And the burden,
gets a bit more implosive.
The stroll of it&#8217;s step,
says it&#8217;s drunk.
And the shine in it&#8217;s eye,
says it&#8217;s high.
The whisper in it&#8217;s words,
says it&#8217;s dreaming.
And the curve of it&#8217;s lips,
right at the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/megan-lambert-long-live/</link>
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		<title>Molly Schaeffer, &#160;&#160;A Prayer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i.
(It is easier, near sleep To follow the slant of each
&#160;&#160;drop grouped in the base of one near hymn- a wingside
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Meditation; a bow falls then restarts
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And through this
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;through eyes closed and clean pillowed promise,
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;tomorrow.&#8211;But First.
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;now, in the night
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;in the bedside shade of one candle)
ii.
What instrument
does it take for you?  to lift one and return to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/molly-schaeffer-a-prayer/</link>
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		<title>Molly Schaeffer, &#160;&#160;Back Knot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Requests a kneading.  Back bent over’s a
spined melon, a
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;cool shape coursed
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;warm under hands.  Might slice in
sections and guide towards plotting points
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;(The melon; the cutting of the melon, the bowl of
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;salted melon flesh and its
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;soaking innards and its soaking casing).
The bump tucked
up near the nape is touched, is then spread and
the sting’s thinned
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;how a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/molly-schaeffer-back-knot/</link>
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		<title>Jennifer Ramsey, &#160;&#160;&#160;The Essence of Beauty</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/jennifer-ramsey-untitled/</link>
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		<title>John Haggerty, &#160;&#160;&#160;Spiral</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/john-haggerty-spiral/</link>
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		<title>Shannon Venker, &#160;&#160;&#160;Saffron</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/shannon-venker-saffron/</link>
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		<title>Shannon Venker, &#160;&#160;&#160;Sun Dragon</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/shannon-venker-sun-dragon/</link>
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		<title>Shannon Venker, &#160;&#160;&#160;The Kreeker</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/26/shannon-venker-the-kreeker/</link>
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		<title>Dresden Glover, &#160;&#160;&#160;Basement</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/23/dresden-glover-basement/</link>
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		<title>Dresden Glover, &#160;&#160;&#160;Stone Wall</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/23/dresden-glover-stone-wall/</link>
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		<title>Elizabeth Rabin, &#160;&#160;&#160;Easter Postcard</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/23/elizabeth-rabin-easter-postcard/</link>
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		<title>Louis-Phillipe Grenier, &#160;&#160;&#160;4-Piece Puzzle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/22/louis-phillipe-grenier-4-piece-puzzle/</link>
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		<title>Nicole Kappatos, &#160;&#160;&#160;Handlebars</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/22/nicole-kappatos-handlebars/</link>
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		<title>Nicole Kappatos, &#160;&#160;&#160;The New Neighbor</title>
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/22/nicole-kappatos-the-new-neighbor/</link>
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		<title>Elizabeth Rabin, &#160;&#160;The Archer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The minute her grandmother had given her the teddy bear, Nicola had decided to destroy it.  It was an ugly mohair-covered bear, purple with thick black stitching on its face and paws.  The stuffing had settled in odd places from sitting on a shelf too long.  One shoulder was too thin; one leg bulged at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/22/elizabeth-rabin-the-archer/</link>
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		<title>Ren Powell, &#160;&#160;Statute of Repose</title>
		<description><![CDATA[That fall she slept among the blueberry
and heather tangles. Waking when her limbs
had ripened to force a protest from her bed—
snapping branches stabbing through her visions.
Years from now he will excuse himself—
find comfort repeating his version: how she
approached him, naked, full of questions,
her green scent a curiosity. 
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/22/ren-powell-statute-of-repose/</link>
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		<title>Sonya Spaziani, &#160;&#160;&#160;Water Paints</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/22/sonya-spaziani-water-paints/</link>
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		<title>Sean Baker, &#160;&#160;Miracle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I do not wander fields
that yearn for sun.
Rather, those that stand
like the fall of leaves.
It is a grievous occasion,
for brown mice cannot find
their grey mice.
Blind to the terrible, terrible.
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/21/sean-baker-miracle/</link>
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		<title>Stephen Andrews, &#160;&#160;The Old Man and the Tree</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Stepping softly my feet part the outlying ferns that
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Slowly
dance next to the rotted trailing fence my leathered hand
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;embraced
long ago and now- like memories that are one and the same
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;upon
my heart, which has conformed for this day in a new light
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;the
dreams of my past, now reconciled and turned like the fence.
And do I dare embrace the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/21/stephen-andrews-the-old-man-and-the-tree/</link>
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		<title>Warren Rochelle, &#160;&#160;Postcard from the National Gallery of Art</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I sat in the gallery café,
amidst the clink of knife
on plate, ice in glass, the wash of
words, a parent to a child, one lover to
another, and I wrote you.
I wrote you slowly, fearful of speed,
and what it might set loose, considering
each word for its nuance, its possible subtext,
and I re-read all of them over and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/20/warren-rochelle-postcard-from-the-national-gallery-of-art/</link>
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		<title>Andrew Allingham, &#160;&#160;&#160;Grammy Nominated (Remix TheRPoM)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Grammy Nominated (Remix TheRPoM)
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/19/grammy-nominated-remix-therpom-andrew-allingham/</link>
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		<title>Rachel Newnam, &#160;&#160;Addictions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/19/addictions-rachel-newnam/</link>
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		<title>Sam Johnston, &#160;&#160;The Spy in Neon Green Swim Trunks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On my 18th birthday, I received the registration letter from the Selective Service to register for the draft. There were rumors that if Bush was re-elected he was going to re-instate the draft, and this was a troublesome rumor for me because, as I said, I was 18. So I did what I always do [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/19/the-spy-in-neon-green-swim-trunks-sam-johnston/</link>
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		<title>Rachel Newnam, &#160;&#160;Shake, Rattle, &amp; Roll</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/19/shake-rattle-roll-rachel-newnam/</link>
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		<title>Rachel Newnam, &#160;&#160;The Aloha State</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/19/tribute-rachel-newnam/</link>
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		<title>Sarah Barat, &#160;&#160;&#160;Mermaid&#8217;s Tail</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/18/sarah-barat-mermaids-tail/</link>
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		<title>Taryn Tashner, &#160;&#160;&#160;Alien</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/17/taryn-tashner-alien/</link>
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		<title>Sarah Rocklin, &#160;&#160;Night Visits</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At midnight I turn off the light and sit in the dark until 2  a.m.  This, I have found, is the best time to go visiting.
I go to the drawer where we keep the keys.  My wife and I are older than most of the other couples on the block.  We&#8217;ve [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/15/night-visits-sarah-rocklin/</link>
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		<title>Ander Monson</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ander Monson is the author of  the novel&#8221;Other Electricities&#8221; and the poetry collection &#8220;Vacationland.&#8221;  Monson also edits the online literary journal, Diagram and teaches at the University of Arizona.
Ripple: You’ve said previously that creating a story through multiple mediums (as you’ve done with schematics in OE) makes the book a thoroughly designed experience rather than [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ripplejournal.org/2009/04/07/ander-monson/</link>
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