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		<title>Lost Martians</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1609/lost-martians-by-laura-wiseman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2013 11:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Madeline Wiseman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/Frozen-150x150.jpg" alt="Lost Martians" title="Lost Martians" style="float:left;" />I looked behind the dryer where socks, mittens, and dust bunnies crouch in shadows and lint. I looked inside the closets. I looked under the bed where I’ve found mp3 players, earplugs, and bad dreams.&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1609/lost-martians-by-laura-wiseman/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Christopher</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1607/christopher-by-hanna-elson/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2013 12:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Hanna Elson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/chris-e1373888917265-150x150.jpg" alt="Christopher" title="Christopher" style="float:left;" />Teeth laid in porcelain face— the skin, molars. Bone-colored, carrying bridges. Come to me, angular body and hands clutching a book. Its blue cover’s threaded, paled in age. You read about brothers—a story of birds&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1607/christopher-by-hanna-elson/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Ceasefire</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1604/ceasefire-by-mina-gorey/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jul 2013 11:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mina Gorey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/used-mattresses-150x150.jpg" alt="Ceasefire" title="Ceasefire" style="float:left;" />Battle, like fighting for peace. Day and Night. Blind tears of rage no one Hears or knows of, save those few I don’t horrify yet, who see me more Clearly than I see myself. Remember.&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1604/ceasefire-by-mina-gorey/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Green Thumbs</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1600/green-thumbs-by-laura-wiseman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Madeline Wiseman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flowers]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/fleur-150x150.jpg" alt="Green Thumbs" title="Green Thumbs" style="float:left;" />When Poison Ivy appears at my backyard gate the Martians offer bouquets of Virginia creeper and woven crowns of red-tongued honeysuckle. I’m so startled that Dr. Isley is in my garden— butterfly bush, tea roses,&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1600/green-thumbs-by-laura-wiseman/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Sick</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1591/sick-by-gerald-so/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 11:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gerald So</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/lockers-150x150.jpg" alt="Sick" title="Sick" style="float:left;" />I couldn&#8217;t stop saying it was &#8220;sick&#8221; to see her in a college hallway, having last annoyed each other in eighth grade. What I meant was that I liked her, that I loved to follow&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1591/sick-by-gerald-so/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Quarry Letter</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1464/quarry-letter-by-seann-mccollum/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 17:45:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Seann McCollum</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/quarry-e1369072096548-150x150.jpg" alt="Quarry Letter" title="Quarry Letter" style="float:left;" />My carnivorous darling, my adored Predator, I long to be torn Limb from limb from limb by your Jewel-studded jaws I wish be ripped to pieces Rent in two I want to be devoured as&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1464/quarry-letter-by-seann-mccollum/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>I Hope One Day You Will Learn How to Use the Oyster Knife</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1460/i-hope-one-day-you-will-learn-how-to-use-the-oyster-knife/</link>
		<comments>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1460/i-hope-one-day-you-will-learn-how-to-use-the-oyster-knife/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 11:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy Ho Lai-Ming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/Canterbury-2009-150x150.jpg" alt="I Hope One Day You Will Learn How to Use the Oyster Knife" title="I Hope One Day You Will Learn How to Use the Oyster Knife" style="float:left;" />I make a list of things I don’t know: 1) The precise hue of your beard when you’re pouring me wine. 2) The name of the kind of bread you bake. 3) The probably obscene&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1460/i-hope-one-day-you-will-learn-how-to-use-the-oyster-knife/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Mars Vigila</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1443/mars-vigila/</link>
		<comments>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1443/mars-vigila/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 2013 11:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Madeline Wiseman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/main-background-RESIZE-150x150.jpg" alt="Mars Vigila" title="Mars Vigila" style="float:left;" />_____Martians don’t masturbate. No _____pinch or stroke. No intoxicants of booze spiked. No Viagra. _____No eye-popping size. No static _____crackle from shirt removed. No _____cry to drift through open window. _____No electric glow of clock&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1443/mars-vigila/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>She Didn&#8217;t Even Know Who He Was</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1316/she-didnt-even-know-who-he-was/</link>
		<comments>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1316/she-didnt-even-know-who-he-was/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 12:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ricky Garni</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/His_Back-e1358531674860-150x150.jpg" alt="She Didn&#8217;t Even Know Who He Was" title="She Didn&#8217;t Even Know Who He Was" style="float:left;" />I am wearing a facsimile of glasses worn by a young man when he was shot six times outside his apartment. It was a tragedy and it was infamous so I do not have to&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1316/she-didnt-even-know-who-he-was/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Epithalamion: An Undetected Life</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1312/epithalamion-an-undetected-life-laura-wiseman/</link>
		<comments>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1312/epithalamion-an-undetected-life-laura-wiseman/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2013 12:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Madeline Wiseman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/mars-e1359410404553-150x150.jpg" alt="Epithalamion: An Undetected Life" title="Epithalamion: An Undetected Life" style="float:left;" />The Martians have decided to get married. Bridal magazines unfold on the end tables and curl in the humidity of the bathroom. Every weekend they take the city bus to the mall, to David’s, and&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1312/epithalamion-an-undetected-life-laura-wiseman/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Retroactively Potent</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1284/retroactively-potent/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 12:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy Ho Lai-Ming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/hanna-grasshopper-e1358163580593-150x150.jpg" alt="Retroactively Potent" title="Retroactively Potent" style="float:left;" />Wanting to use ‘I am your boomerang’ in a poem, I Googled to make sure no one else had used the metaphor. But of course someone else had thought of it before. He also wrote&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1284/retroactively-potent/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Probationary Period</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1231/probationary-period/</link>
		<comments>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1231/probationary-period/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2012 12:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kristen McHenry</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/Doubling-150x150.jpg" alt="Probationary Period" title="Probationary Period" style="float:left;" />Upon being hired by the Company, all new employees must serve a ninety (90) calendar day trial period. Your performance will be carefully monitored during this period. They say there’s cameras but they won’t tell&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1231/probationary-period/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Pray to Lord I Hope at Least One of My Ears Doesn&#8217;t Pop</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1225/pray-to-lord-i-hope-at-least-one-of-my-ears-doesnt-pop/</link>
		<comments>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1225/pray-to-lord-i-hope-at-least-one-of-my-ears-doesnt-pop/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2012 12:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy Ho Lai-Ming</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/Berkeley-marina-e1354519158332-150x150.jpg" alt="Pray to Lord I Hope at Least One of My Ears Doesn&#8217;t Pop" title="Pray to Lord I Hope at Least One of My Ears Doesn&#8217;t Pop" style="float:left;" />i. Sarah had seen him many times shedding tears exclusively for film characters. And so when Fred cried at the departure gate, she thought they might be in a documentary. ii. Paul asked Jeannie, over&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1225/pray-to-lord-i-hope-at-least-one-of-my-ears-doesnt-pop/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Unidentified Photo on the Internet</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1155/unidentified-photo-on-the-internet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2012 12:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert Peake</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/8129311815_a5b0014781_b-150x150.jpg" alt="Unidentified Photo on the Internet" title="Unidentified Photo on the Internet" style="float:left;" />The seaweed men patrol the icy town with sticks wrapped in bumbergrass their hooked beaks hissing steam, eyes painted open against the twilight. They trudge the streets like shaggy marionettes, boots cracking glazed tarmac, past&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1155/unidentified-photo-on-the-internet/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Last Night</title>
		<link>http://martianlit.com/magazine/1196/last-night/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 12:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stan Galloway</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img width="150" height="150" src="http://images.martianlit.com/images/9780312240387-150x150.jpg" alt="Last Night" title="Last Night" style="float:left;" />I looked in on you last night. That point-five-second draft of penguin’s breath you thought was just a gust outside the window and the birdcall you’d have sworn was from a horse were clues I&#8230; <a href="http://martianlit.com/magazine/1196/last-night/">[more]</a>]]></description>
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