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		<title>&#8220;The Paper Mite,&#8221; by Casey FitzSimons</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 05:15:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No friend to authors, the paper mite, devouring libraries with librarians in sight. I&#8217;ll squish any with my thumbnail that trample on my words and lest he be remembered, on a period, obscured. &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212; Casey FitzSimons is an over-educated, under-published artist and writer. Her father was a Milton scholar and she has yet to walk [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No friend to authors,<br />
the paper mite,<br />
devouring libraries<br />
with librarians in sight.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ll squish any with my thumbnail<br />
that trample on my words<br />
and lest he be remembered,<br />
on a period, obscured.</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;</p>
<p>Casey FitzSimons is an over-educated, under-published artist and writer. Her father was a Milton scholar and she has yet to walk it off.</p>
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		<title>Four Poems by Mark Cunningham</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 05:15:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[specimen] I couldn&#8217;t read my intervention on how hegemonic ideology physically changes the way people see the world until I put on my new glasses with the thick black ear pieces that are all the rage now. I started to see things as if I were a point-of-view shot in a movie, so I knew [...]]]></description>
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<p>I couldn&#8217;t read my intervention on how hegemonic ideology physically changes the way people see the world until I put on my new glasses with the thick black ear pieces that are all the rage now. I started to see things as if I were a point-of-view shot in a movie, so I knew I was getting ready to do something bad. I&#8217;ve come to terms with everything I&#8217;ve ever done, but I&#8217;m still embarrassed by the hair on my nose. When I look in the mirror, I think of the mathematical statement that 1 can be noted two ways, either as 1 or .99. People who believe that someday their Prince will come have never really been constipated.</p>
<p>Â </p>
<p>[specimen]</p>
<p>She was a mail-order bride, yet she resented our kidnapping her, which struck us as a little inconsistent. But that fighter plane what costs $150 million is our health care system. He said, &#8220;floating bridges the relationship between solid and liquid.&#8221; Then we found the bridge didn&#8217;t float. The committee took a never-say-die approach toward investigating reports of reincarnation.</p>
<p>Â </p>
<p>[specimen]</p>
<p>Only 27% of the people surveyed could tell where their lungs are. My bowels moved and didn&#8217;t leave a forwarding address. Brits Say They Made Sperm. Monsanto used to make plastics; now it copyrights organisms, but I don&#8217;t think they go so well with muzak. My life changed forever when my date to the sixth grade prom wore a Stay Furry button on her dress. Scientists Reveal that the Human Body Glows.</p>
<p>Â </p>
<p>[specimen]</p>
<p>No doubt aliens built the pyramids, but were they legal aliens? Now that I don&#8217;t get around easily, I&#8217;ve become interested in hyperspace. The website&#8217;s package tracking offered a &#8220;Quantum View&#8221; and, indeed, it could tell me either that the package was moving or where it was, but not both at the same time. The phrase &#8220;anxiety of the infinite&#8221; was so vague we realized we&#8217;d worry over it endlessly. It turned out the 80-ft. long boar thing wasn&#8217;t back projected-we were.</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;</p>
<p>The following information about Mark Cunningham is true: he has four chapbooks out, all on-line:Â  <em>Second Story </em>and <em>nightlightnight</em> (with photographs by Mel Nichols), both from Right Hand Pointing; <em>10 specimens</em> from Gold Wake Press; and <em>NachtrÃ¤glichkeit </em>from Beard of Bees.Â  He also has three books out:Â <em>BodyLanguage</em> from Tarpaulin Sky Press, <em>80 Beetles</em> from Otoliths, and <em>71 Leaves</em>, an ebook from BlazeVox. Mark Cunningham is also a notorious liar. Look up any of these publications, and you&#8217;ll find nothing but advertisements for shampoo and donuts (and one instance of shampoo <em>for</em> donuts). Go ahead. Look them up.</p>
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		<title>Two Poems by Doug Draime</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 05:15:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[first love he called at 4 in the morning crying into the phone telling me she&#8217;d left him and asking for my advice. i told him to take a nice hot bath, clean his apartment of all her things, listen to some jazz (Miles Davis if he had any), take the phone off the hook, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>first love</strong></p>
<p>he called<br />
at 4 in the<br />
morning<br />
crying into<br />
the phone<br />
telling me<br />
she&#8217;d left<br />
him and<br />
asking for<br />
my advice.<br />
i told him<br />
to take a<br />
nice hot bath,<br />
clean his<br />
apartment<br />
of all her things,<br />
listen to some<br />
jazz (Miles Davis<br />
if he had any),<br />
take the phone off<br />
the hook, lock<br />
his door, fix himself<br />
something to eat, &amp;<br />
go the fuck<br />
back to bed.</p>
<p><strong>Budget Meeting</strong></p>
<p>I put in a comma<br />
break the 4 lines<br />
into 2 stanzas,<br />
while I talk to my wife<br />
about economics.<br />
I finish it and read<br />
the poem aloud to her.<br />
She looks up at me from<br />
our stack of bills,<br />
and smiles gently.</p>
<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s very interesting, honey.<br />
And, oh, thanks for reminding<br />
me. I forgot to budget in<br />
the $25 you made this<br />
month from your writing<br />
career.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;</p>
<p>Doug Draime emerged as a presence in the &#8216;underground&#8217; literary movement in Los Angeles in the late 1960&#8242;s. Most recent books include: &#8220;Knox County&#8221; (Kendra Steiner Editions) and &#8220;Los Angeles Terminal&#8221; (Covert Press). Forthcoming are two large collected volumes: &#8220;Transmissions From The Underground&#8221; (d/e/a/d/b/e/a/t press) and &#8220;Farrago Soup&#8221; (Coatlism Press). Also, coming out in 2009, &#8220;Boulevards of Oblivion&#8221; from Tainted Coffee Press. His diverse range of writing continues to appear in publications worldwide. He moved to the foothills of Oregon in 1981, where he still resides.</p>
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