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		<title>Daily Science Fiction &#8211; &#8220;Good Taste&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2012/01/22/daily-science-fiction-good-taste/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 16:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Black Hole Sun by AJ Dimarucot, 2008] I couldn&#8217;t have been more excited to see Good Taste picked up by Daily Science Fiction. Enjoy, Derek]]></description>
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		<title>Content Management &#8211; Liars&#8217; League reading</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/06/15/content-management-liars-league-reading/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 19:15:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Huge thanks to Martin Lamb and all the good people at the Liars&#8217; League for breathing such life into my story:]]></description>
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		<title>Loveseat</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/04/21/loveseat/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 00:22:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Montparnasse Cemetery by Paul Oilzum, 2010] The seat was uncomfortable: rigid at the back and lumpy underneath. It pained her to sit there, bruised her bottom and put her legs to sleep. It also made her think of him. So she sat there as often as the groundskeepers would let her. “Are you looking for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Streaks</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/04/06/streaks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 23:34:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Man at window, Haymarket Theater by Robert James Lucas, 1925] He stared through the perfectly unstreaked surface. Beyond lay the vacuum of night; between he could see his reflection trapped within one-quarter inch of glass. The blackness made his eyes look hollow, his open mouth capable of swallowing a midnight’s worth of regret. The old [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Completion</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/03/10/completion/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 21:23:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://ivanhope.com/blog/?p=323</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[[Jigsaw Puzzle, by Eva the Weaver, 2007] The puzzle was complete. Everything brought back to its proper place, just like the picture on the face of the box. The Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem, the package told her, but that didn’t matter so much. Considered by itself the place looked lonely and remote. The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Totem</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/03/09/the-totem/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 19:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ivanhope</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Haida Slate Carvings, by Edward S Curtis, 1907] She chewed quietly at the pencil. From time to time, between bursts of frenetic key banging, she would yank the gnarled wood down from its familiar perch to scrawl some illegible note across the cluttered page. Screen, keyboard, pencil and paper, they were all tied together in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Smoke at both ends</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/02/15/smoke-at-both-ends/</link>
		<comments>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/02/15/smoke-at-both-ends/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 19:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ivanhope</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Still life with rooster, by Louis Ducos du Hauron, 1869] Lost and profound, the two sit amidst the wide spray of chatchky half-memories. The boy can’t take his eyes off the beak: the brightest splash of sunshine yellow he’s ever seen. The elder speaks over his circling thoughts. She’s talking about porcelain eyes and lacework [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Anticipation</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2011/01/30/anticipation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 19:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ivanhope</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Come In, by Katie Tower, 2010] The room was dark. It was too dark to see the covers; too dark to sleep. “You ever notice your ears twitch when something unexpected happens?” “What?” “You know, like when a loud bang makes your face just sort of jerk real tight. It’s weird.” She was silent. It [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Homebound</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2010/12/15/homebound/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 19:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Grass at Night, by Elliot Moore, 2007] The engine idled beneath him, its occasional cough and sputter mirroring the hiccups in his own head. The lights were on inside the house. His mom would still be up, watching the late show; his dad likely passed out like a drunken uncle on the couch. There was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Scaring crows</title>
		<link>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2010/10/22/scaring-crows/</link>
		<comments>http://ivanhope.com/blog/2010/10/22/scaring-crows/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 22:01:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ivanhope</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Falling Leaf, by Rosh, 2009] I knew a scarecrow once. He was not afraid of crows. Not at all; though they smelled poorly, and hacked away viciously, and infested him with lice and mites. He didn’t mind the violence. He overlooked their sundry ills. For you see they kept him company, as they were not [...]]]></description>
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