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	<title>Literal Latte &#187; Poetry</title>
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	<description>A Journal of Poetry, Prose and Art</description>
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		<title>Edie Watches the Tsunami from her Bed at Life Care Rehabilitation Center in Las Vegas, March 2011</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2012/01/edie-watches-the-tsunami-from-her-bed-at-life-care-rehabilitation-center-in-las-vegas-march-2011/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 03:11:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paige Riehl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize, 2011 Literal Latte Poetry Award.</strong>
Through the window was the concrete parking lot. Cars
came and went as if the drivers couldn’t decide....
]]></description>
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		<title>Daylight Savings</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/daylight-savings/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/daylight-savings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:51:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pamela Kenley-Meschino</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[This could be 
my secret hour
when the loose 
ends get gathered]]></description>
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		<title>Ophelia’s Dress</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/ophelia%e2%80%99s-dress/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/ophelia%e2%80%99s-dress/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:47:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pamela Kenley-Meschino</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Just call me Shakespeare’s 
girl. Caught between folios.
Pressed into parchment. Dropped...]]></description>
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		<title>Maria</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/maria/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/maria/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:47:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Adam Chambers</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Poetry Award.</strong>
Much came into the clay that was not intended:
the round bottom and the quivering lip;
the hollowness of years...]]></description>
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		<title>Arched Angels</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/arched-angels/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/arched-angels/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:22:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Adam Chambers</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Poetry Award.</strong>
The last thing that I wrote, the last
thing I will ever write
about mushrooms...]]></description>
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		<title>Dance of the Cakes</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/dance-of-the-cakes/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/dance-of-the-cakes/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:14:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Terry Alan Kirts</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The cakes dance and they dance and dance	
triple-tiered ballerinas pirouette down aisles of cream 	
a pink cheek turns a tango’s luscious corner...]]></description>
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		<title>Bon Appetit</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/bon-appetit/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2011/05/bon-appetit/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:05:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carol Milkuhn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.</strong>
We relax over lunch, sipping Courvoisier floats,
savoring lemon slices sugared in champagne,
while the waiter brings paté spiced with caper berries...]]></description>
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		<title>Down on the Farm</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/10/down-on-the-farm/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/10/down-on-the-farm/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 20:22:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sally Yocom</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ It gets my goat to hear you lie.
       We’ve hidden no black sheep.
       So hold your horses, cut the corn.
       Don’t make another peep...]]></description>
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		<title>Igneous or “of fire”</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/10/igneous-or-%e2%80%9cof-fire%e2%80%9d/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/10/igneous-or-%e2%80%9cof-fire%e2%80%9d/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 19:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rosemary Royston</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Winner, 2010 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest.</strong>
Magma undulates in the mantle, forming as the Earth’s plates collide.
&#160; &#160; &#160; A man and woman collide
&#160; &#160; &#160; in a café.  He pays for the coffee...
]]></description>
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		<title>Fritillary</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/10/fritillary/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/10/fritillary/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 19:58:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>W.F. Lantry</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I half believe all wines exist at once<br />
within this glass, I almost half believe<br />
each can be tasted singly...]]></description>
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		<title>Prayer For The New Year</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/prayer-for-the-new-year/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/prayer-for-the-new-year/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 16:57:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marian Kaplun Shapiro</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Be sweet, my soul,
be soft, my soul
go round the bend gently, gently[...]]]></description>
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		<title>Please Submit A Brief Bio</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/please-submit-a-brief-bio/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/please-submit-a-brief-bio/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 16:19:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Marian Kaplun Shapiro</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Third Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award.</strong>
I have a who singing silently to your who singing
silently to my who, whoever and whomever]]></description>
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		<title>Paperboy</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/paperboy/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/paperboy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:17:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melanie McCabe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Second Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award.</strong> At twelve, I could only see the seventeen-year-old boy
as a gift. A fluke from God [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Black Stones</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/the-black-stones/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/the-black-stones/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:10:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Shally-Jensen</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.literal-latte.com/?p=1212</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award</strong>
I did that, and it didn't go as expected.
For one, I'm not the person in the poem,
though I share certain affinities with her[...]]]></description>
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		<title>Note on the Translation</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/note-on-the-translation/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/note-on-the-translation/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 16:17:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael Shally-Jensen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>First Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award</strong>. We have sought here to wrestle with the polished burl bowl of the author's mind &#8212; its baroque excesses, its stark and stained language &#8212; as if taking on Grendel in the dark woods of indeterminacy...]]></description>
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		<title>In case you came in late &#8211;</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/in-case-you-came-in-late/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/in-case-you-came-in-late/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 16:15:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melanie McCabe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<strong>Second Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Poetry Award.</strong> It's that scene in the thriller where the woman walks alone down
the rain-flashed city street in teetering, come-kill-me stilettos &#8212;]]></description>
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		<title>Last Meal</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/last-meal/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/last-meal/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:21:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ellen Peckham</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[As a child, reading of “...the convict’s last meal...”
I devised — I thought — menu impossible:
late season’s fruits, corn...]]></description>
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		<title>Permanent Stains</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/permanent-stains/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/11/permanent-stains/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:21:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eileen Malone</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[She puts out bowl of anchovies
hunk of salami, round of cheese
a loaf of sour-dough bread]]></description>
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		<title>Offerings</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/offerings/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/offerings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:36:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laurel Bastian</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.literal-latte.com/?p=814</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Because it’s instinct 
to bring a small gift
when you visit
I want to leave oranges for the chimpanzees 
in the zoo’s primate house]]></description>
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		<title>What Frommer&#8217;s Left Out</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/what-frommers-left-out/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/06/what-frommers-left-out/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:36:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laurel Bastian</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<b>Winner 2009 Food Verse Contest.</b>
The Ristorante di Memoria
has a zealot for a chef....]]></description>
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		<title>On the Set</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/03/on-the-set/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/03/on-the-set/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:41:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JoAnne Preiser</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<b>Second Prize 2008 Latte Poetry Awards</b>
They’re making a movie
at the old state mental institution;
they’re making it look
like it’s 1954[...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>1</slash:comments>
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		<title>3 Fascicles</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/03/3-fascicles/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2009/03/3-fascicles/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:40:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Suzanne Heyd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<b>First Prize 2008 Latte Poetry Awards</b>
Curls drench &#038; I can but wonder is she drowning &#038; is there any once 
upon a time. 
The river’s looking glass glints ruthlessly northward &#038; there’s tensile strength to the locks. 
Postpone your departure love, this may be a miracle in the offing. ]]></description>
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		<title>Mistletoe</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2008/11/mistletoe/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2008/11/mistletoe/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Starkey Flythe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I see it against sky, winter
cloroxing the light as I aim
the rifle, each clump, parasite [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Good Idea at the Time</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2008/11/a-good-idea-at-the-time/</link>
		<comments>http://www.literal-latte.com/2008/11/a-good-idea-at-the-time/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brooke Pacy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[it must have seemed like a good idea at the time:
to wriggle up from moon-swung deeps, from slime
climb onto rock, grow legs--six? four? [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Night School, North Hill, Akron, August 1966</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kimberly Willardson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She made us go to bed while it was still light out, when there was life yet
in the wide street below our pent-up apartment and we could hear Mr. and Mrs.
Soleni argue about money as they sponge-washed their new Pontiac [...]]]></description>
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