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		<title>&#8220;Ghosts and the Show&#8221; by Dan Vierck</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[             It’s easy, it’s nice. Gideon lives not far from the store, six city blocks. The pizza place red, the thread place bluish, the bong place black, green, the video store purple, the leather place black, red. Seeing himself in the windows, hunched looking mysterious and cool, brooding &#8211; the young man. Hoodie, hat, Zune, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=162&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Sleeping Poorly&#8221; by Vanessa Bossard</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 16:18:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Sleeping Poorly; or How Eudora, Warren, and Alice Came to Terrible Disappointment in the East Village” by Vanessa Bossard Eudora:              Eudora did not smell like pee.  Nor was she a drunk.  Nor, unfortunately, was she drunk.  Had Eudora been drunk, she probably would have been able to feel her fingers – and might well [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=158&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Lines Overheard at the Spuyten Duyvil&#8221; by Danielle Mebert</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:43:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I haven’t been really into any other artist in a long time.  He’s the first I’ve really been excited about, the first to be doing something really…” “…artists in a long line, but he’s the first to use shit and urine in his work, the first to do something really innovative with solid and liquid [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=148&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Odds&#8221; by Danielle Mebert</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I. Warm Up/Review If there are five cookies on a plate and you eat three, then you do exactly what I know you to do and I am left with the mouse’s share of cookies. II. Alternative Methods of Attacking the Problem I would take one for the team and offer you the odd cookie [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=145&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Sometimes I&#8217;m Happy&#8221; by Allen Kopp</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 17:27:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[             Mabel Gladney had been down to the little market and was on her way back home, pulling her wheeled basket. One of the wheels had developed a squeak that it didn’t have before. In the basket were milk, bread, a one-pound bag of peanuts in the shell, light bulbs, cat food, a carton of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=141&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;An Antique Chinese Red Chest&#8221; by Robert Duvall</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 17:41:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My red lacquered Chinese chest sits there older than it was when I bought it from an asphalt lot made over for Saturday sales, too big for the room, too red, and not very useful, except for stockpiled sweaters including the old red one with a moth hole that once was my favorite in college, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=136&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;The Blizzard&#8221; by Rita Buckley</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 17:39:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joan Robinson ran her 35-year-old eyes over Mike, the 21-year-old nephew of her best friend Ennis, and liked what she saw. Very tasty, she thought.  It was an ideal situation, everyone caught in a blizzard, here for the night, in a beautifully restored farmhouse in Vermont, with a crackling fire in the hearth, and plenty [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=128&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>“Spring at the Norwegian Farm” by Kaite Hillenbrand</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 18:10:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kirsti says she’s sick of eggs, paid in dozens at the farm, omelets every day and no money for much else. She returns to Edinburgh loving goats, sweet little things, and smart. She delivered litter after litter, picked one for a pet. She smiles and scratches her arm. Her sweater belonged to John Cleese, she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=111&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;In Which Her Dad Stops&#8221; by Justin Edwards</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 17:07:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A leaf drifted down into the bend where the windshield meets the hood. Cynthia felt as if she were gathering dust. "Do you not want to go today? We can go tomorrow. No, we have to go today. Come on, now. Go."  The road ahead of them would turn fifteen more times before it left the woods. There were seven more inclines to go up and then back down until they reached the first intersection where they would turn left and comment on the For Sale signs in people's yards and then make it, finally, to the interstate.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=95&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Welcome to Buzzard Picnic on WordPress</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Because literature cannot and does not exist in a vacuum–rather, it is a reactionary and constantly expanding realm of the human experience–Buzzard Picnic aims to test the boundaries of publishing by experimenting with the myriad platforms that the internet has to offer. The opinion of the editors is that a quarterly, issue-based format can feel stagnant, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=buzzardpicnic.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14243709&amp;post=73&amp;subd=buzzardpicnic&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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