LAURA CLOSE : Restaurant
JOHN HORVATH Jr : Family Hero
DYAN SANDEFER : Demolition.
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Restaurant Family Hero Demolition.  

LAURA CLOSE
Restaurant
Taurus contains the bright star Aldebaran. Receptionists pick up the electronic signals and translate the constellation into pictures. This hotel is out of the way and we can see the stars at night.  It's a staYyy night.  The owner has invited us to check out his fine restaurant; he has a fine sense of hospitality.  I learn that Taurus contains the Pleiades and Hyades, and the Crab Nebula.
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Restaurant Family Hero Demolition.  

JOHN HORVATH Jr
Family Hero
dream not that you do the deed of the killer, dream not the power to command that deed.
Where I lingered during lull, quiet lovers came. Beneath the moon I saw no touch; neither spoke; they stood half nightlong together in the field beneath the moon, I behind them in the lull and the owl asked, "who trespasses here?" Beneath the moon, behind them in the lull, and did not strike from a thicket by the farmer's barn where his wife sat as I once alongside my mother by the barn had sat. The fire of my eyes aglow with moon so bright would frighten some. Not she. Not that night so near her home in a wide district between long rivers whose courses reflected the moonlight and added to the lull when quiet lovers met but neither touched nor spoke but stood half the night together in that unsettled place, such a sweep of place so flat between the rivers in a wide district near the farmer's home where the barn alone beneath the moon in the lull by the field stood as I those two lovers watched, we all in unison moon watching, seeking form from where there could be no form. They neither touched nor spoke but stood in that place. My promised and my enemy. I did not strike but lingered with them in that moment. If you live to tell your children's children, tell them what I saw, what I did and what I did not beneath the moon in the lull that night between the battles for that sweep of place, my home between rivers on that night beneath the moon when I with them that one moment compassion or delusion knew. No, I did not strike the killer nor dream the power to command the deed. If you live to tell your children's children, tell them what I saw and what I did and what I beneath the moon did not do in the lull that night between the battles for that sweep of place, my home. Tell them, life is such moments possible with lull. Tell them, life is such moments beautiful mid the wreckage of our times. Yes. I was there. I did not strike. I loved them both. All else is history: Battles that I fought; The armistice; That place to which I did return; This woman who despite the lull that night I wed. The moon.
copyright 2003 JOHN HORVATH Jr
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Restaurant Family Hero Demolition.  

DYAN SANDEFER
Demolition.
Across the street, they are finishing demolition of an old dormitory building. Before the events of that September Tuesday, a sight that would have been merely fascinating ... useless office conversation, something to watch and wonder, 'how do they do that?' 'do you suppose it's planned in advance, choreographed. like a ballet?' But things change... and today as each section falls, we all take a deep sigh and shudder collectively. The skeleton of the building, the rubble piled all around, the gray dust obscuring our view, it was all an ugly reminder of an evil act we thought would never happen here. We could not bear to watch, we could not tear ourselves away. Demolition. copyright 2003 DYAN SANDEFER
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LAURA CLOSE : Restaurant
JOHN HORVATH Jr : Family Hero
DYAN SANDEFER : Demolition.
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