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I always wanted to make my own video fireplace---you know, something that you just put on and play in the background to achieve a state of chill as you go about cleaning the house or hacking away at Sudoku. So I went ahead and made one, except my version of a video fireplace shows America as seen through an Amtrak window, and it's full of recitations of the best poetry I've read over the last year, plus some favorite music and of course, my big old head. It certainly ain't scary, and it all doesn't mean anything in particular ... or does it? I think I know what the ending represents, though I wouldn't expect anyone to even make it that far.... :)  Here's the link:

https://vimeo.com/331830553/b420fcaa13

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Where the Running Water Goes

A stressed businessman's tedious cross-country train journey is transformed by illness and an anonymous compilation of poetry.

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Jill E Merrill

One more thing. The poem about the two-headed calf will make me sad forever. Sometimes, often to be honest, I hate the human race.

Jill E Merrill

What? The human race or two-headed calves who can see twice the stars, whom we butcher!? Tell me this, Jill. Are you a vegetarian? Sort of. What do you mean, sort of? I can't help it if my prescription pills contain gelatin? Oh can't you? They're pills. I don't know where the gelatin comes from. Yeah honey. It comes from me. And after I'm killed tomorrow, you think it makes a difference if you eat my pork chops or my gelatin? How's about you run away somewhere else where you'd be worshipped for your two heads? Ha. You're about a millennium late for that one. I'm sorry, two-headed wondrous being. Eh, you're human. You have a brain the size of a walnut. Don't worry. It all works out in the end. So should I eat a pork chop? Why you asking me? I have under 24 hours to live. Your problem, honey.