Rising

I was a twang in the twist of your tongue, But bittersweet stole my butterscotch from your lips And left you panting, Afraid, and wanting more. You were shores of silence breaking through my colossal waves, And your oarsmen got lost in my loamy sea, Held seashells to their ears trying in vain to call home, And drowned this side of infinity. I told you tales of old and you

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The Evolution of Burlesque: Harlequin Aces Presents an Evening with Van Ella

“Let me make you feel special when it sucks to be you.” A cheap one-way plane ticket to Las Vegas: $100. The average Vegas burlesque show: $80. An evening in Pueblo with a quality Harlequin Aces burlesque production at Smitty’s Greenlight Tavern? $15. Not quite priceless, but it was an inexpensive Friday night at the theater as talented acts like the idiosyncratic Wham Bam Thank You Ma’ams, sweet rocking Cherry Glitterbomb,

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The US Represented Weekly Update

Hello USR members and guests, We’ve had a steady, solid week on the site. FreedomWolf’s “The Navy’s New Railgun: Fast, Cheap, and Lethal” discusses how the USNS Millinocket, set to begin trials in 2016, will be the first vessel ever fitted with a new weapon called a “railgun,” which will be faster, cheaper, and more lethal than a conventional gun or cannon. Katy Stambler’s “Norway’s State-of-the-Art Energy Technology” discusses Norway’s visionary willingness

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Criminal Justice

The ’67 Cadillac rocketed down the road through the middle of a desolate prairie and then skidded into the parking lot of a diner, kicking up a wall of dust. Zeke threw the car in park, left it running, and dashed inside. Whitney was placing a chicken fried steak in front of a lone customer from across the counter. Zeke rushed over to her, grabbed her wrist below the scars

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A Clear Midnight, by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, and the stars. Walt Whitman from Leaves of Grass