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		<title>It is in the nets</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/255</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 20:05:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is all waterlessness, weighted, sticky, suspended in, un- able to roll down, a bead of water and peel away, grasped, released. Whales have a fascination with human hands, can sense a long ancestry, prehistorically they swim to our painful momentary suspended selves, the clicking of our keyboards, clicking and clicking in the room, suspended, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Deep Song</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/272</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 20:14:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[like cherubs drowning. wet cinnamon on the hair of a girl who has always feared the taste of her own hands. the teal open mouth of an omega, inked between the ribs of her the distinction between them a narrow-lit blur of flesh- tinged lace caught under the shellacked nails of her, the loud crushed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Crises of Varying Proportions</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/279</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 19:10:11 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There’s a street off that main Avenida Santa Fe, Junín. Walk down a block or so and there will be a sad old galería to the left &#8211; windows mostly shuttered, echoes on the marble floor. It doesn’t seem to faze Gonzalo the cobbler. (The English word is outdated, too quaint. Spanish zapatero is better [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Ballad of Ari Brenner: A Dancer in the Ring</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/280</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 17:05:06 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[That kid, oh man, never appreciated me. He’s so ungrateful after I taught him everything he knows. He acts like he climbed up all by himself. I didn’t coach the guy to think he was better than me, that’s for sure. I knew that the kid was a fighter since the time I saw him [...]]]></description>
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		<title>again</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/285</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 20:07:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tdomf_aefea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[see it all through a telescope the way my sister tip taps goodnight into my back in fingertips and softer breaths as she falls asleep at my side yes i am way up there above the bunk bed and things are small and simple she exhales blue and dreams of a stampede of elephants fingers [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cocktail Party Effect</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/287</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 19:02:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Walter’s in a heavy stew and he knows it, fit to trample daffodils and kick over wet-floor signs. In the shower he can feel it settling over everything in thick sullen spirals, from the dim prenatal glow through the curtain to the doctor’s office stink of antisepsis still clinging to his hair and skin. He [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My First Car</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/311</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 15:10:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tdomf_aefea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Art]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Youtube video 5:12]]></description>
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		<title>Cataclysm II</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/327</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 15:34:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tdomf_aefea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Art]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Silkscreen print on paper]]></description>
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		<title>What Happened to Me Today (Wednesday)</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/345</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 19:50:53 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[From the Notebooks]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I left my ID card in the library. I left it at the bar, in the cafe. When I went to the next library to pick up a book, I realized I had left my card, so I went back. Back at the first library, the guard did not let me in to get my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Shameful Dreams</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/353</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 20:18:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tdomf_aefea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[All the body’s creaks fed into a single head. The history of my mouth wicking out: Maiming the best ant so she couldn’t carry. Cackling at the roan cry of Eros when he fails. When he swallows a rifle. Naming every wrist Eve. Cracking a brief witchy madrigal first before tattooing portraits of people who [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Social Science</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/383</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 19:07:44 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It is the early morning. A man, dressed in a suit, walks alone to the bus. His pleasant sense of solitude grows slowly more desolate. He sighs. A researcher, hidden in the tree across the street, observes this sigh through binoculars. He makes a note of it. - A woman enters her own bedroom, in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Peru</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/443</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 19:59:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tdomf_aefea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[From the Notebooks]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In Peru my blood is spicy, marinated with ají peppers.  The ají is a waxy, red vegetable that burns hotter than embers.  It is chopped and cooked with fresh onions, garlic, and tomatoes, and then blended and cooled to make a sauce that can be added to almost any dish.  White rice and vegetables is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Biracial Coloring Book</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/459</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 16:38:52 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Art]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Ink on paper 11” x 17”]]></description>
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		<title>Everything Ends in Death and Sadness</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/461</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 16:59:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ink and marker on paper 9” x 12”]]></description>
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		<title>“It depends on your definition of blue”</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/12</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 14:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Reporting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Elise Liu]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Your absence is as of the blue rose from the kingdom of flowers. Who knows, some day you may yet appear.” —From Seven Poems, Benoy Mojumdar, 1969 Translated from the Bengali by Jyotirmoy Datta It’s what they have been waiting for:  a statuesque model in a black evening gown strides onstage, a bouquet of roses [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Business Is Good</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/7</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 04:20:28 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Matt Grzecki]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[When Kyle picked up Nora, he followed his usual pre-date routine: he rubbed Debenhams (Imported!) on his wrists and neck, turned his satellite radio to “BBC News,” and, the second she entered his car, told her how much he liked her “flat.” In response, most girls giggled, excited once again by the novelty of a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Life Archival</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/16</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 05:13:30 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Commentary]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Nonfiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sarah Zhang]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Buckminster Fuller—visionary, futurist, owner of twenty-eight patents (including the geodesic dome)—was also an obsessive archivist. From 1917 until his death in 1983, Fuller documented every fifteen minutes of his life in the Dymaxion Chronofile, which contained copies of all his correspondence as well as newspaper clippings, business cards, sketches, and even dry-cleaning bills. The complete [...]]]></description>
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		<title>At The Bus Stop</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/3</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 03:40:26 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Michal Labik]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Everything was quiet, the way things tend to be two hours before dawn...]]></description>
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		<title>The Whittler</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/14</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 05:04:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Leah Schecter]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I was eight years old when my father finally let me on his fishing boat for the first time. I remember waving goodbye to the swarthy fisherman who sat on the docks sorting nets and ropes, his wide silhouette disappearing in the folds of the low morning clouds. Soft wisps of white shrouded everything, curling [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Who</title>
		<link>http://www.tuesdaymagazine.org/archives/43</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 01:10:27 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Justin Wymer]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[and when I asked for the waking to stop, a frost gauzed over every nerve that could answer, who, a slit of clear was barely scraped from the window-ice, small rune, chipped away by the beak of some liquid breathing god, whose seedblood-soaked tongue licked visible oil palimpsests, thumbprints on glass, floes ripped, bobbined to [...]]]></description>
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