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Danse Macabre 17: Joshua D. Miner
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Joshua D. Miner. Al Nihaya or The End. 8220; . . e. Ven under anesthesia the monkeys blinked . . .”. A Wired News article, scrolled halfway through, showed on the dimmed screen of a Dell XPS 3.030 laptop not currently plugged into a power source – but no soul was there to view it, for the quiet American who had been reading was now at the window. STITCH. STITCH. STITCH. 8220;Christ – already I’ve got something on my jacket. My black Jiuche Diesel jacket. How long have I had it? 8220;True. And yesR...
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Danse Macabre 17: Felicia Florine Campbell
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This is a cautionary tale. Beware of Stick Men. You cannot hear their bones rattle when they walk. You cannot see their darkness when they talk. Coffee will not satisfy them. Where they feed is desolation. The Stick Man probed the edge of her mind. It was a delicious crispy cookie, fresh from the oven. "Hi, I haven't seen you here before. Welcome to the family." He leaned toward her, his voice soft, approving, very different from Jeff's. Could the dingy surroundings reflect the spirit of their owner?
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Danse Macabre 17: Taylor Collier
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Ed had invited Robert over for dinner Saturday night so Robert could fix Ted’s computer. Linda had just finished preparing the meal when Robert knocked on the front door. Ted knew Robert from work, but Robert had never met Linda. He came in and shook hands with both of them. 8220;Hope you like your steaks with a little pink in them, Robert,” Linda said, ushering everyone into the kitchen. 8220;Everything looks and smells great,” Robert said. 8220;Wait till you taste it,” Ted said. 8221; Ted asked. 8220;S...
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danse macabre 19: Roxanne Hoffman
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Ripped from the safety of earth. Aunched at warp speed into deep space, I brace myself against the thrust. The conversation in the control room, already fragmented into squeals and clicks by static, is consumed by the raging roar of rocket engines. The doctor reads my response and chuckles to himself. “Well at least, you don’t feel like killing yourself! That’s good news. You know more about this than me. You’ve had this all your life. What do you usually take? 8220;Her primary care physician gave her a ...
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danse macabre 19: Adam Henry Carriere
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Kiss Me on the Freeway. E’d run from the pastures of grass. To sing and dance in a car he didn’t own. Palm trees and faded neon passed. While dreams bounced inside,. The padded shoulders of memory agreed,. The pestle and mortal sin were sumptuous;. The worth of studying failed history aside,. This morphine-like lullaby still works,. Like a Cartier charm. Without the bother of incriminating ledgers,. The punky kiss still arouses deep passion. Across the trench of time. Mis-spent in the distance. SLS is af...
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danse macabre 19: Branch Isole
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Space and time travel. Where shall we go today? Seven minutes of horror. A molecular thin line,. The choice and decision. Is in the mind. Travel near or travel far. You'll be exactly where. You imagine you are. May be on the bed. But the rest of you. Is in your head. Which you think is real,. And you could swear it is. By the way you feel. And who's to say. It's not . . . For every element is present. Proving beyond a doubt. You may be physically down. But you're never mentally out. So nap and dream.
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danse macabre 19: Felicia Florine Campbell
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From Kabul to the North Pole: Solo Travelers, Their Narratives and Their Non-Human Companions and Me. Thus the self in the desert is altered to become desertlike. "It becomes limitless with its roots more in the subconscious than the conscious - it gets stripped of non-meaningful habits and becomes more concerned with habits related to survival."(197). As soon as Babur enters the narrative, it shifts from first person singular to first person plural. Rory and Babur are clearly companions. Babur&#...At th...
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Danse Macabre 17: May 2008
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This is a cautionary tale. Beware of Stick Men. You cannot hear their bones rattle when they walk. You cannot see their darkness when they talk. Coffee will not satisfy them. Where they feed is desolation. The Stick Man probed the edge of her mind. It was a delicious crispy cookie, fresh from the oven. "Hi, I haven't seen you here before. Welcome to the family." He leaned toward her, his voice soft, approving, very different from Jeff's. Could the dingy surroundings reflect the spirit of their owner?
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danse macabre 19: Richard Rand
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N this certainly holy house,. The name I will not tell, there awaits a well. Where every patron can toss. A coin that never hits bottom, never echoes. With a whirling clickity-clack. The eye of the well weeps black,. Its pupil the dismal stare of a fallen soul. Mercy starved in a body curled adder tight. And mouth stretched in a dormant growl. Bombs of ecstasy have burned her bare. Revolutions have bled and stumbled dead there. Yet still the house defiantly stands. In waves of murmurs unending she brings.
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danse macabre 19: Wilkommen!
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8230;From the town where I was born,. Has driven my destiny,. The town which I have lost,. My glance is greeting me in my dreams. Vom Dorf, drin ich geboren,. Trieb weit mich das Geschick,. Das Dorf, das ich verloren,. Grüßt jetzt im Traum mein Blick. Elizabeth I. Riseden. In Vasto, Abruzzo , Italy. A similar program in Lithuania is in the works for July, 2009. Other programs are being considered beyond 2009. Literary trust and journal. Nairobi and Lamu Island , Kenya. Dec 13-28, 2008. May 15-30, 2009.