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	<title>Reflection&#039;s Edge: The E-Zine for Thoughtful Readers &#38; Writers &#187; Featured</title>
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		<title>Inside Reflection’s Edge: How We Built, Ran, and Learned from Our Magazine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 07:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon Dodge</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a very long article.

If you're interested, we're laying bare the juicy gossip, true delights, embarrassing truths, and the often painful realities of running a small magazine. It's also about what we did right, and what we learned from <I>Reflection's Edge</i>.  It's the result of my having asked my staff to tell me about what it was like here at <i>RE</i>, with little or no direction from me on how they should frame their thoughts. Not everyone chose to write something, but those who did[...]]]></description>
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		<title>Troll Local 157</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 07:03:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jenna Waterford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I'd overslept that morning and had run from the house with wet hair and an outfit only one oatmeal-colored cardigan away from being everyone's mental image of librarian-chic. My mad dash screeched to a halt only a few miles down the highway. And now I sat, trying not to let my frustration at the stalled hover-carts bobbing all around get the best of me. Somewhere up ahead, the dwarves had...]]></description>
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		<title>Gift Horse</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 07:04:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jeremy Kelly</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[They were waiting for Haji on the platform. He squinted at them through the window grime. They were the only whites waiting for the train. The woman’s golden hair spilled [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Into the Cut</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 07:04:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Julian Cantella</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why, with everything prime, would I answer the goddamn phone? In the Ten it’s just me and my restaurant. A narrow world of one-way streets and alleyways, black hot concrete and steel. Not much room for the natural things. Hell, there’s barely air that’s fit to breathe. Roses live in tacky plastic pots, vegetables come wrapped in neon gumbands stamped with smiling company mascots. But I like...]]></description>
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		<title>Wish You Were Here</title>
		<link>http://reflectionsedge.com/index.php/2010/06/wish-you-were-here/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 07:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Demopoulos</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A scribble of lightning cracks from the roof of the house to the weedy lawn. I bend down, light up a cigarette on the flaming patch, and stomp out the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Der Führer&#8217;s Bunker</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 08:04:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McClintock</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Soviet artillery is a steady heartbeat above our heads now. Reminds me of a child stomping about the house inside his daddy's oversized boots, moving from room to room. Footsteps instead of detonations. I rather like the image. So do a few others in here with me. It lessens the fear. And down in our hole, there's a lot to fear these days...]]></description>
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		<title>Poor Charlie Marks</title>
		<link>http://reflectionsedge.com/index.php/2009/10/poor-charlie-marks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Perry Perkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA["Piss off, Gillespie. I mean it." Captain MacManus clutched the banister of the third floor landing, kicking the apartment door closed behind him. He swallowed hard as the faded, grime-crusted walls of the ancient tenement swayed before him. He took a deep breath, grimacing as...]]></description>
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		<title>Thorndyke&#8217;s Folly</title>
		<link>http://reflectionsedge.com/index.php/2009/09/thorndykes-folly/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:04:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>M. J. Starling</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shooting this press conference is the first worthwhile thing Francis Thorndyke will do in twenty-three years of life, and if he buggers it up he’ll forfeit his right ever to shoot anything more worthwhile than country bumpkins chasing cheeses down hills. His editor has vouchsafed this to him with the aid of an evocative metaphor involving bollocks, barbecues, and bamboo skewers. From my cubbyhole in the back of his mind...]]></description>
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