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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. 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 19: Felino Soriano

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He child wrote his dream. His dream a terror filled phase. Of short lived life across. Awakened swiftness, body. A shifting fly atop white air,. On fire the necessity. Spoke of past in which. Safety now a bitter. Callous diversity sits atop. Buildings of the narrowest. S poetry has appeared in. BlazeVOX, Sugar Mule, Unlikely Stories 2.0, Otoliths, Wilderness House Literary Review. Among others. His chapbook. Exhibits Require Understanding Open Eyes. Welcomes him to our pages. Elizabeth I. Riseden. The se...

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danse macabre 19: September 2008

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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. 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 19: Luigi Monteferrante

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Sneakers on their feet. With a baseball cap. And a broad-rimmed chapeau. That beyond that sunny piazza. Turns a cobblestone street. And that cap and foulard. She has purplish hair. A necklace of pearls. The size of bubble gum balls. And trousers of cotton. With an elastic waist band. Oh so delicious meals. They were keen to walk off. On their way to. From the school of Caravaggio. A guy who studied with a guy who. Studied with a guy who studied with a guy. Who studied in Florence for a week and saw.

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danse macabre 19: Elizabeth I. Riseden

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Elizabeth I. Riseden. Hina’s wild section. Of Great Wall sweeps. Across what was once. In the nearby entertainment. Area, tourists bustle among. Stalls; many traders. White as a ghost. Atop San Diego’s Great. Wall sweeps the Mexican. To the Latino south. Many traders are Latinos,. Uneasy in their welcome,. Legal or not,. Elisabeth I. Riseden. Writes from Carson City, Nevada. Her poetry has appeared in. And does so frequently in. Elizabeth I. Riseden. In Vasto, Abruzzo , Italy. Literary trust and journal.

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danse macabre 19: Christopher Perkins

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Ince I, I and we are. Hear the sound of. In the jetfighter air,. In the raped and cultivated lands,. In the warm waters,. Alone; so alone. It proved the physicality. Of my being once. In a moment of. Inattention it returned,. A stale taste left. Perhaps too, too much cheap coffee. I don't regret it with a stick of soft gum. Gluing together the lips in frustrated urgency. The world was never created. Because it is in the process of creation. No museum for it! Those who happen to be poor. It told me thus.

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Danse Macabre: Daniel Wilcox

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The Faces of Rock. The growing furrows aimed toward the white buildings of Bet Shean in the near distance, the town's structures glistening in the glaring sun like white teeth. Beyond them I could see a glint of the Jordan River and then the pastel brown mountains of Moab—now called Jordan—dim in the dusted haze. Tomorrow was Shabbat and since none of us volunteers were getting any kind of tourist education on Judaism from the locals—all die-hard secularists- we decided we would walk the three mile...

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Danse Macabre: Felicia Florine Campbell

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One, Two, Buckle. The whole thing wouldn't have seemed so dumb if there had been two shoes, but what would have activated one shoe? She reached for the radio hoping the sound would bring her back to reality. Here she was - a sensible grown, woman, a professional for God's sake, spooked by a shoe that some idiot had probably lost from a bag headed for the Salvation Army. How can you stand it alone out there? He flapped again and crawled back into his cage. She looked around, but things seeme d normal&...

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Danse Macabre: Robert David Michael Cerello

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Robert David Michael Cerello. Ecimal, sexegesimal, base twelve-. These are the patterns men have too long grasped. Think now of "twenty". What this concept asks. Requires new thoughts. One decimates those selves. Who fail in duty to a caesar's whim,. A consul's orders. But each twentieth man-. No man could stand such danger. Understand:. Twenty has magic. Honor must go to him. In baseball with 20 homers, 20 years,. 20 victories on the mound. And more-. 20 points scored is honor in basketball,. To let the...

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Danse Macabre: Ray Succre

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A Selective Biological Condition. He man removed his clothes,. But was then nothing but pillows. He slept and became me,. And by morning I woke beside my wife. Had I traveled in time? Was I two fractured men? I exhausted the morning on a couch, being. A selective biological condition. Cast like seed from the Big Bang. She picked flowers at first, early on,. But the flowers were parishioners. She left the church after discovering. Moroccan cuisine and my zipper. We grew innervated and spoke in accents.

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Danse Macabre!: archiv du macabre

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S'est déplacé двигает hat sich bewogen. DM at Poets and Writers. We're also on Facebook, too. Born on the South Side of Chicago, I'm presently domiciled in Las Vegas, NV, where I won the Nevada Arts Council Fellowship in Poetry and publish Danse Macabre. Nevada’s first online literary magazine. Otherwise, I lead a fairly dull sort of high desert life, and am happy to say so. View my complete profile.

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Danse Macabre: Roxanne Hoffman

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Hile the silent world around us slept,. I held him tightly, laughing, as I wept,. For the boy I thought I lost, now was found,. Back to me his paths had wound,. Back across my threshold he had stepped,. Out of the dark shadows of the night he had leapt. As the memories stirred within me sped,. I stroked and smoothed the curls. That lay upon his tiny head,. Wondering where the paths now taken led,. Of all that happened, all not said. I thought of the seed planted in his mother’s womb,. Not a drop wasted!

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Danse Macabre: Gustav Mahler

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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. Look ...

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This website is the official online home of the. Northern (California) Danse Macabre, a musical. Orginally founded by Greg Dana - aka Grego - in. The late 1970's, the band lives on in its current. Configuration, performing at a number of Renaissance. Faires and other events in the area. You can find pictures, links to other sites of interest,. Our schedule of events showing where we perform and. Other information about the band/guild. To stay up-to-date on Danse Macabre activites, join our mailing list.

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Danse Macabre 10

As in, X). October 12, 1935 – September 6, 2007. Tu pure, o Principessa,. Nella tua fredda stanza. Che tremano d'amore e di speranza. Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,. Il nome mio nessun saprà! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò,. Quando la luce splenderà! Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio. Che ti fa mia. Il nome suo nessun saprà. E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir! Dilegua, o notte! Even you, o Princess, in your cold room,. Watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope. The Chorus of women.

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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,.