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My dad is a magician, and I sometimes write routines and dialogue for his shows. This is a bit I wrote for a show he did recently in St. Louise. I also did the voice work, playing the part of a haunted card. The camera work is not great . . . but enjoy!

GHOST CARD VIDEO

There is a writing exercise you might try over HERE. It takes a George Ella Lyon poem, Where Im from, and turns it into a sort of advanced ad-libs, where by you fill in some info and describe the places/people/events that formed you. My attempt is featured below. If you try your hand at it, post the result in the comments. Id like to...
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Excuse me, DoctoruhDoom? Can I have a moment of your time? Im calling from Mothers Against War, Anguish, Hellaciousness, Anger, Hate, and Atrocity.

Mawahaha!

Yes, thats us.

So I got bored. I fiddled with technology and my pizza cutter until I stumbled upon a device that cuts holes between worlds. I sliced a shinning trapezohedron into the air and entered a parallel dimension where Herman Melville wrote Alien. Heres the first chapter


A L I E N
by Herman Melville


In the vacuum, no one can detect your exclamations.
Anonymous


CHAPTER...
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Sometimes, I suspect that writing/storytelling is being homesick for a place that does not exist.

Yesterday, I had both the Bauhaus Bela Lugosis Dead and the theme song to Picture Pages stuck in my head. Round and round they whirled. A snag. A fray. The threads got tangled in my boiling brain


The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Time to get your crayons and your pencils
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened...
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Last post, I scrivened on about one of my favorite places to take a midnight walk in Montreal: Westmount Park. There the trees are tombstones. Its also a really nice park of winding paths.

Tonight, I had a pregnant skull full of heavy thoughts about a particular someone. I took a walk to clear my head. To the park. It was windy and a...
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