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Hans Fellmann
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I am the madman who dances with lightening in his hands.
I am the madman who dances with lightening in his hands.

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Christmas with the Folks (Part 4)
The road to Karlovy Vary was rough. Our colds had gone from lingering green phantoms to full-blown puce ghosts busting out of a kid’s closet at night like BOOGITY-OOOGITY-OOOO! My father was coughing up a wicked cloud in the driver’s seat. I was sneezing ba...
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Christmas with the Folks (Part 3)
We arrived at the outskirts of Český Krumlov at 6:00 pm. The night had already descended like a curtain of molasses, making it hard to see where we were going. We cut up a few hills and around a corner. We ended up in some gloomy residential area with one o...
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Christmas with the Folks (Part 2)
As my bus pulled up to Terminal 1, I got a text. It was my father asking where I was. This set me more on edge. I wanted to greet my folks as they came out the gate and not have them standing around waiting for me. I got off the bus and went to “Arrivals.” ...
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Christmas with the Folks (Part 1)
I zipped up my pants and walked inside the “Visas R Us” building. My shoulders were aching from my pack. I had everything in there: old tax returns, application forms, current and expired work permits, insurance slips, etc. I’d been in country five years al...
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One-on-One
The title should suffice. Use your imagination for the rest :) Profound Shit She collapsed on top of me And rolled over To the side, I was more exhausted Than she was, Funny how that works, After a few minutes She spread her hands Across my chest And plunke...
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Doing It
I know I haven’t posted anything in a while; I’ve been busy fiddling with the word and being an asshole in other countries. Anyways, here’s a little taste of what it’s like being a writer these days. For those of you that don’t write, this’ll be a whiff of ...
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Bodhisattva Dog (Part 2)
By October 1st (2014), I was all moved into my new place. It was nice and quiet but the bed covers were shit and there was hardly a fork to be seen in the kitchen. I gathered what little money I had and went shopping. I dropped some pennies on new bedding a...
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Bodhisattva Dog (Part 1)
It was hot out and the air conditioner in our building was busted. We were sitting in there, twenty or so of us, listening to our TEFL lecturer Mr. Marionette babble on about something or other. I about skewered my brain through my nostril with my pencil wh...
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Eat My Shorts
I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately and have noticed a disturbing trend. I don’t know whether it’s due to my choice in poets, but it seems to me that most poems in print are longer than ten lines. This isn’t to say that a “longer” poem is a bad thing. ...
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I'm Just Kidding
At this month’s “Alchemy,” I decided to do something different. Instead of reading a bunch of depressing crap like I have been these past months, I went for poems and shorts that were a little more humorous and light. I will say that not all of these pieces...
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