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Danse Macabre 11
An Alternative Online Literary Magazine. Back to Skool - A Male Perspective. NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM. Classes begin Monday 27 August 2007. How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays. Step by Step, with Slide Presentation. Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM. The Toilet Paper Roll. Does It Change Itself? Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours. Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.
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Danse Macabre 13
LATE BLOOMERS a Poem by Steven Kilpatrick. These grovel churned damp soil to life. The flower off the grave. Fans a nocent scent. That rises, lurks and stumbles like the rose. Neighborly smiles borne flesh that’s torn—yet terribly craven. These grovel churned damp soil to life. The flower off the grave. Reanimates the starving. Drowned among rust shoveled waves. Tollways of dust-trod-empty-feet dance death in body’s clothes. These grovel churned damp soil to life. The flower off the grave. Said, ‘ ...
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Danse Macabre 17
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
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. 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. 8220; H-...
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Danse Macabre 2
An online journal of imaginative verse and prose dedicated to the magical, the ethereal, the supernatural, the dark, the absurd, and the unknown. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Issue Two - October/November 2006. Posted by Adam Henry Carrière at 3:09 AM. Sunday, February 26, 2006. All Hallow's Eve, Transylvania. Pastures slant up, t'ward black-brow'd mountain. Late in the year, farmers weave haystacks tight;. Then when a globe moon drifts up seas of night,. Windows bar shut. No one of menace speaks,. The Stic...
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Danse Macabre
No self-respecting literary magazine, esp. one celebrating its 20th gala issue, should be without immortal music. Gustav Mahler's nine symphonies create whole worlds unto themselves, each vivid, fantastical, and profound in turn. Click onto the following link to see a complete video performance (by the UC Davis Symphony Orchestra) of Mahler's timeless Resurrection Symphony. And, in the event you'd like to learn more about this music-master (in English, Deutsche, and Ceski, see also: Mahler-palooza. When ...
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Danse Macabre III
Sunday, December 17, 2006. Posted by Adam Henry Carrière at 1:41 PM. Chocolate marshmallow and Nut candy. You'll need 6 oz. chocolate chips, 1-1/2 Lb. Hershey’s chocolate (use Hershey’s kisses - I use the blocks about .5 lbs.) 1 ea. of milk and dark chocolate, 1 lb. walnuts (leave whole), and 1 lb. of large marshmallows. Posted by Adam Henry Carrière at 2:37 AM. Friday, December 8, 2006. Originally from the Erzgebirge region of Germany, the wood or rope pyramid was the "poor man's Christmas tree." To...
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Danse Macabre 4
It don't matter what song. Dinah Washington sings, 'cuz. Her voice makes 'em all. Torch songs of indigo fire;. When a Sabbath breeze fingers your cheeks,. Otis Redding rings even deeper. Inside the satin holes pocking. The thought of another pubescent staircase. Through memory's doors I skip. Knocking fall snow off my shoes. I skid across the marble floor. The gym- -concert hall tonight- -. Smells like it did forty years ago. Sweaty socks glazed over. The audience is small. Once we were many,. On nearby ...
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Danse Macabre V
An online literary journal. Europa, My Europa. She sways, trancelike,. Aroung the crowded palace floor. Despite age, her hips move easily. Through steps well-practiced down her years. Waltzing in a moonglow satin gown. Her broadness compounds joy,. Spins pink-sugar dreams,. Blows particolored bubbles high. Toward the ancient frescoed ceiling. She loses herself in the lilting beat. Delights her feet with the feel of the floor,. The spring of velvet slippers against silk. The orchestra, catches her whim,.
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Danse Macabre 6
An online literary journal dedicated to the magical, the imaginative, the ethereal, the supernatural, the coloratura, and the unknown. Three Works by Christopher Perkins. Where words get (re)fabricated. In an age dream. Annie Oakley gets the wolves running. And only if you believe in p. property. Can the scars of wealth develop. Into choice and wish lists. Image and p. culture. Fabricate a national god. A cult god who relocates. To an achievement based land. Free from free to govern. What kind of land.
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Danse Macabre 7
An online literary journal. The Mayor of Casterbridge. The Depth of Ease: DanSheng (detail). 2007 (Photo by Huang Xu. Ah, movies. Fillums. Stardust memories. The. Cool (late '60's to upper-mid '70's); I can go to the gym anytime I want, but they'll never make up for all that lost dream time movies can so magically bestow on a youngin. In order to a) attend the White Sox. I've seen all five Planet of the Apes. Films in one glorious, all-day sitting (still my one day record), and the first three Star Wars.
