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		<title>Sean Qualls</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sean Qualls]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2018 00:49:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/" title="Visit the nullpage">null,  Literal Latte null. </a></em>
 <p>Sean Qualls' books and illustrations often explore history and non-fiction subjects. His fine art focuses on race and identity, and the intersection of history and mythology, ultimately examining how we create our own identities or allow them to be scripted to for us. Together his paintings and illustrations reveal simultaneously unique and universal moments that reveal the human spirit.</p>
 <p>Sean's most recent books include <a href="https://www.seanqualls.com/why-am-i-me.html"><em>Why Am I Me?</em></a>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Case-Loving-Fight-Interracial-Marriage/dp/0545478537"><em>The Case for Loving</em></a> and <em><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Two-Friends-Anthony-Frederick-Douglass/dp/0545399963">Two Friends</a>,</em> all of which he illustrated with his wife, illustrator/author <a href="https://www.selinaalko.com/">Selina Alko</a>. He has also illustrated <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Emmanuels-Dream-Story-Emmanuel-Yeboah/dp/044981744X"><em>Emmanuel's Dream</em></a> (<a href="http://www.ala.org/awardsgrants/schneider-family-book-award">Schneider Award</a> recipient) written by Laurie Ann Thompson, <a href="http://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Giant-Steps-to-Change-the-World/Spike-Lee/9780689868153"><em>Giant Steps to Change the World</em></a> written by Spike Lee and Tonya Lewis Lee and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Before-John-Was-Jazz-Giant/dp/0805079947"><em>Before John Was a Jazz Giant</em></a> (<a href="https://www.nccil.org/exhibitions/our-voice-celebrating-the-coretta-scott-king-illustrator-awards">Coretta Scott King Illustrator Honor</a>) written by Carole Boston Weatherford.</p>]]></description>
		
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		<title>Broken Bones and Pygmy Donkeys</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Megan Williams]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2018 00:15:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/essay-awards/" title="Visit the Essay Awardpage">First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Essay Award. </a></em>
By June, the weather is already so sweltering, the very concept of summer feels oppressive. As I park beneath a giant walnut tree at Abington Friends School and walk Gus and Grace across the parking lot for the last time as second graders, the mixture of sadness and happiness that accompanies every end and beginning of the school year as a parent engulfs me. I breathe in the soupy air and count. Based on the estimated start date Detective Brody gave me, I will start the Philadelphia Police Academy in ten weeks....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Still Life With Fruit, Froth, &#038; Kinesis</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2018/11/still-life-with-fruit-froth-kinesis/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jacquelyn Shah]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2018 23:27:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/food-verse-contest/" title="Visit the Food Verse Contestpage">null, 2018 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest. </a></em>
On a rosewood dining room table overflowing a lead-crystal bowl:  apple
kiwi  lemon  guava    cantaloupe sloped over grapefruit pissing off peach &#038; pear papaya    breadfruit....
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		<title>Write What You Know</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kathleen Spivack]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2018 23:02:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/essay-awards/" title="Visit the Essay Awardpage">Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Essay Award. </a></em>
"Write about what you know," my journalism teacher, Mrs. Orsini admonished. What did she mean by that? It was rather like being told, "Work for a living!" At fourteen such exhortations were meaningless. I stared, both fascinated and repelled, at Mrs. Orsini's long painted toenails. She was married to a podiatrist, she had told us girls. Why would anyone choose that field? What induced her to marry such a man?]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Enormous Typewriter</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Matt Cashion]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2018 22:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/fiction-award/" title="Visit the Fiction Awardpage">Second Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award. </a></em>
At five a.m. they heard a crash like a house had fallen from the sky, so Marty told Maria, "We’re fine, everything’s fine." He fought to untangle his feet and find the floor and get down the hall to their five year-old son...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Warehouse</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Keltie Zubko]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2018 19:52:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/fiction-award/" title="Visit the Fiction Awardpage">Second Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award. </a></em>
Balanced half on a battered metal rung, half on the front of the stone-faced building, the young man stretched to touch the letters of the sign, and then down behind them. He felt for wires and fittings that once supplied the electricity, making them glow, a beacon in the dark, inviting the neighborhood to watch stories by the light of their artificial fires. "Blockbuster," it still spelled, in dull yellow and faded blue...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cherry</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris Morgan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2018 19:43:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/fiction-award/" title="Visit the Fiction Awardpage">First Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award. </a></em>
Fifty-year-olds don’t climb trees. They don’t trespass either, although it was a question whether I was actually trespassing. Hadn’t I gone to school here? Wasn’t this my church once, back when I believed in churches? I grasped the forked branch above me and used it to drag myself a few more inches along the rough limb I was straddling. A little closer to the sky. A little closer to the past....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wild Horses</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Faith Shearin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2018 23:55:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/fiction-award/" title="Visit the Fiction Awardpage">Third Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award. </a></em>
That winter, on our island, a flu arrived by fishing trawler; it was carried up the stairs of a cottage not far from our own on the hands of a visiting uncle, and soon all the Tillett daughters caught it: their faces flushed with fever, their lungs filling with fluid....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Love Trouble</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Holly Woodward]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2018 23:48:44 +0000</pubDate>
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"I'm a nightmare in bed," I told the stranger staring at my cleavage.

He leaned close, tilting the barstool....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Saying Cheese</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jacquelyn Shah]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2018 20:58:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/food-verse-contest/" title="Visit the Food Verse Contestpage">null, 2018 Literal Latte Food Verse Contest. </a></em>
Inside the monstrous apple assigned to me a house floats in the flesh
and I, Anonymouse
climb the walls and scribble 
CHEESE...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mandorla</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jaclyn Costello]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2018 20:56:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/short-short-contest/" title="Visit the Short Short Contestpage">null, 2018 Literal Latte Short Short Contest. </a></em>
No one talked about the difficulty of the first transition because no one could talk at that time. We weren't even apes. Barely sentient beings. Un-cognizant of our own evolution happening. A leaf pushed in the wind. Twigs swept on the stream. We simply became, suddenly.

This time, the second time....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Losing My Mind and Getting a New One</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Judith Hannah Weiss]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2018 23:28:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/essay-awards/" title="Visit the Essay Awardpage">Third Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Essay Award. </a></em>
I’m not an expert on brain injury. I am a person who has one. It was an accident — the accident of a drunk with a truck. It was a Code 4 emergency, which means my life was threatened. Then it wasn’t my life. My head hit the headrest so hard it broke the seat. The good news was I survived.  The bad news was brain damage....]]></description>
		
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		<title>NOTE: We are NOT currently taking submissions (except Fiction Awards until Jan 2020)</title>
		<link>http://www.literal-latte.com/2018/11/latte-not-currently-taking-submissions/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[The Editors]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2018 20:29:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/" title="Visit the nullpage">null,  Literal Latte null. </a></em>
Until further notice, we will NOT be taking any submissions (except for the current Fiction Awards contest until the January 2020 deadline).  PLEASE READ FULL POST....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nothing to Declare</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Edward Hamlin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2017 02:57:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/fiction-award/" title="Visit the Fiction Awardpage">Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award. </a></em>
The old farm pond lay just beyond the electric gate with its invisible eye and whispering hydraulics. "Stop," said Perry from the rear seat, "I need a moment here." [...]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sicily: My Enigma</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Maria Terrone]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2017 02:07:45 +0000</pubDate>
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I could begin this journey on black pavement of volcanic lava, destruction/construction as Sicilian metaphor embodied in a town whose name I don't recall. Or nearly knocked backwards by the sight of Greek temples shining in spring sun on a poppy-studded hillside...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Other Mutants</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Buckley &#38; Ott]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2017 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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The bottom of Jacinto's feet could suck up
the carpet lint, hinting at a career in janitorial
services, the promised spot at Xavier's School
 
for Gifted Youngsters swapped for a space at
Ignatius' Academy for the Otherwise Talented...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The New Couple in 5A</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rebecca McClanahan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2017 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
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Every afternoon at 4:00, while Donald was still at work, I'd give up on my writing, walk to the living room, and wait for the music. Soon, behind the wall that divided our apartment from Apartment 5B, it began...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Out of Order</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jennifer Perrine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2017 01:38:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/fiction-award/" title="Visit the Fiction Awardpage">First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award. </a></em>
When Toby finished living his life for the second time, he was met with a blinding light. Had he known that this was the end, that he was waking now, reentering the world, he might have assumed the light was heaven, or death...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dark</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lauren Lynn Matheny]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2017 20:26:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/fiction-award/" title="Visit the Fiction Awardpage">Third Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award. </a></em>
My brother slept with his backpack on. Every night, before he got in bed, he would follow my orders like a grunt at boot camp: pajamas on, teeth brushed, hair combed, face washed. I'd call him away from whatever he was reading (that year, it was always something about bugs; huge encyclopedic collections with pictures of larvae....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Karen Eve Friedland</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Karen Eve Friedland]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2017 19:20:33 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>An artist for more than 20 years, Friedland’s work has been shown extensively across the country and received awards in exhibits of: <a href="http://www.artleaguehhi.org/">Hilton Head Art League</a>, <a href="http://www.nwws.org/">Northwest Watercolor Society</a>, <a href="http://www.pastelsocietyofamerica.org/">Pastel Society of America</a>, Mississippi Watercolor Society, amongst others.</p>
<p>As a devoted transplant to Brooklyn, New York, she buries a Brooklyn Bridge symbol in each of her paintings.  As a community activist, Friedland founded and led the <a href="http://www.flatbushartists.org/">Flatbush Artists</a> and the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Flatbush-Artists-Studio-Tour-309055422518941/">Flatbush Artists Studio Tour</a>.  As a Teaching Artist, Friedland has taught art to mainstream and special needs children and adults for more than 12 years. She teaches creative workshops to adults in her <a href="https://www.karenfriedland.com/">home teaching studio</a>, the <a href="https://www.opencenter.org/">Open Center</a> and online. Friedland is a creativity coach and a <a href="http://www.rightbrainbusinessplan.com/">Right Brain Business Plan</a>® facilitator.</p>]]></description>
		
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		<title>What My Mother Meant to Say That Night</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[John Sibley Williams]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2017 21:38:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/poetry-awards/" title="Visit the Poetry Awardpage">First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award. </a></em>
Because men do what they want to
do, &#038; the night just keeps skimming
quarters from the till...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Places We Visit Once, &#038; Never Again</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[John Sibley Williams]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2017 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/poetry-awards/" title="Visit the Poetry Awardpage">First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Poetry Award. </a></em>
Not the whole house, just the bed-
room where a dead boy still has not
quite died. Humming from posters...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Condolence</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Michele Ruby]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2017 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/short-short-contest/" title="Visit the Short Short Contestpage">null, 2017 Literal Latte Short Short Contest. </a></em>
<em>The family of Jack Shane</em>
<em>wishes to thank you</em>
<em>for your kindness and sympathy</em>
<em>at this difficult time.</em>]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Singing</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Faith Shearin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2017 20:24:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/" title="Visit the nullpage">null,  Literal Latte null. </a></em>
The cottage had been built by my great grandfather
who sat alone, in the shade, dressed in work boots
and overalls...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Francis Glessner Lee</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Faith Shearin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2017 20:21:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<em><a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/contests/" title="Visit the nullpage">null,  Literal Latte null. </a></em>
She loved miniatures: made tiny replicas of rooms
that captured her imagination, recreated
the stiff chairs, the oil paintings of angels,
a pair of wire-rimmed glasses on a bedside table....]]></description>
		
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