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		<title>Spotlight!</title>
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The November 3rd Club
Victor D. Infante, the Editor-in-Chief of The November 3rd Club (and mad ferret-fancier), and I have hung out on some of the same online venues for over 5 years, off and on. When I was planning this issue, I realized that his passion for political activism makes The November 3rd Club, tagged [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/spotlight-lone-star-stories/</link>
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		<title>Savage Machinery</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Savage Machinery
Karen Rigby
Savage Machinery is Karen Rigby&#8217;s second chapbook, and it explores 15th and mid-century art, eros, women, and the pleasures of taste.
I loved the first poem in this book, which describes a woman bathing in a burnt out house and the reactions of the neighbors. It&#8217;s oddly charming, and middle-class surreal. 
I didn&#8217;t expect [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/savage-machinery/</link>
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		<title>Horror Reviews</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This time in the Horror Review Corner, we have a pair of chapbooks by Ohio author Gary A. Braunbeck. Gary is a horror write who recently served as president of the Horror Writers Association. 
Gary serves up a hot dish of horror in abandonment, loneliness and alienation in both of these stories. The horror is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/chapbook-reviews/</link>
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		<title>Audio Stories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[From Our friends at PodCastle and EscapePod, we bring you two stories we hope you&#8217;ll enjoy.



L’Alchimista
By N.K. Jemisin
Read by Paul Tevis (of Have Games, Will Travel)
Guest host: Salim Fadhley
She did not particularly care whether he paid; it wasn’t her inn. But at his words she lifted an eyebrow. “What sort of challenge?”
“A very special one.” [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/audio-stories/</link>
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		<title>Gerard Sarnat and Victor Infante</title>
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Old Testament Genesis
Gerard Sarnat
The earth breathed softly, dying or dead.
It is said our planet swayed silently,
restless in her stillness. Waters gathered,
one single singing sea, calm. Truly nothing
was that otherwise might&#8217;ve been &#8211;
except everlasting thunder and lightening.
Omniscient heavens were lonely above this void:
no human or beast, fowl or fish, crab or tree,
stone or bush, cast shadows [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/191/</link>
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		<title>Coyote&#8217;s Last Adventure</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Coyote&#8217;s Last Adventure
Amy J. Benesch



I was down at Bear’s Bar and Grill, knocking back a few, when who should come strutting  in but Crow, dressed from head to toe in black, as usual.   “Well, well, well,”  I said.  “Look who’s here.  Johnny Cash himself.”   That got a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/coyotes-last-adventure/</link>
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		<title>Flash Fiction</title>
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Wind in the Reeds
 David Sklar
They say he was there when the gods made the world—and he would have offered to help, except that they looked like they had it in hand.  So he sat in the absence of reeds and played on the absence of a flute, and where he dawdled those things [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/flash-fiction/</link>
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		<title>David Harrity</title>
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Qoph
David Harrity
Search me, O God, and know my heart&#8230;  –139th Psalm
I always thought your message was about solidarity until this moment. You swing
your axe and slice me down my middle, clean through my spine, splitting me
like a fresh log.  Reach across my chest and into my body—know the anatomy you made.
You begin by [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/david-harrity/</link>
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		<title>John Hayes, Aurelio Rico Lopez III, and Cristy Shauck</title>
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The Expanding Universe
John Hayes
Quark, the great sea monster, 
rose from the waters into the darkness of the land
and plucked his golden strings.
Evelyn, a copper serpent, surfaced next to him. 
Quark commanded, &#8220;Acclaim my strength and beauty.&#8221;
Evelyn stroked his vibrating strings
and whispered in his ear,
&#8220;I think dear Quark this space is much too dark.&#8221;
As Evelyn spoke [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/poetry/</link>
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		<title>Of Solitude</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Of Solitude
Ijasan Adelehin



To understand retardation is to understand solitude. Solitude in its rawest form crippled eternally with the impossibility of hopelessness. Solitude in which for friends there are fiends and for family there are handlers; solitude in which the face in the mirror is nothing but the visage of some unfamiliar person, a face slack [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://membradisjecta.com/2008/08/of-solitude/</link>
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