[stylist] Prompt- Viian has Important press release Infromation for Robert

Sat Feb 16 17:54:20 UTC 2013

Hi Robert,
It's Vivian I can't wait to hear from you again. Please contact me asap. I need to talk to you about this story. My number is 770-875-3277. Mr. Brown's passion to save lives shows in his writing. Please Robert you must read this.

Together Myself and Jamie would love a opportunityto see how to support the vision of the 

Writer's Division. Here are some suggestions on how. A Book signing or appearances at upcoming events. 

Books in braille.  How can we support this wonderful story? Robert I need the feedback from the division.  l know that you can make these decisionsfor me .How can we add Mr. Jamie Morgan Brown's Booking information to your mailing list. I would also like introduce Jamie to you at some point. 

Please feel free to give me a call for information on Jamie Morgan Brown. Thank you

~Vivian

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Vivian Majors 
Diamond Pieces Entertainment 
770-875-3277 
http://www.myspace.com/script2scrn
http://www.inews3.com/play.php?first=Vivian&last=Majors 
kmb.designs at yahoo.com

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 From: Robert Leslie Newman <newmanrl at cox.net>
To: 'Writer's Division Mailing List' <stylist at nfbnet.org> 
Sent: Friday, February 15, 2013 7:55 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] Prompt- when we dance together

Lynda

I sure get the sense of the open road on a two wheeled, fast bike. And my
maleness truly reacts to (respectfully speaking) to the lines - The
throbbing steel tank between my legs - Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade

And I believe I get and appreciate the symbolism of the line- I raise the
first of my  icy cold left  hand  

Thanks (yea Biker Chick)

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From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Bridgit
Pollpeter
Sent: Friday, February 15, 2013 1:04 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] Prompt- when we dance together

Lynda,

I'm not familiar with the song you use, but I'm also not a big country fan,
though I think older country like this is better than most country today,
smile.

This poem is vivid and it really came to life in my mind.

I like your word choice which adds to the evocativeness of the poem. And I
like the pacing too.

You have some great lines, and I related to the subject matter, which I'm
sure we all can.
My favorite lines are:
We spiral downward  - a  bizarre  fairyland tale.
Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade
Neon surges through our veins.
on the rough pavement of the dance floor I raise the fist of my icy cold
left hand Reach out to catch the storm.

And oh, you did such a good job at incorporating your lyrics. Like Chris,
it's very organic to the poem. I would have never guessed if I didn't know.

Bridgit

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Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 14:06:28 -0500
From: "Lynda Lambert" <llambert at zoominternet.net>
To: "Writer's Division Mailing List" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Subject: Re: [stylist] Prompt_When we dance together
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Whew! My poem is now ready!
First line is from a song - as required.
Some other images from the same song appear in the poem, too.  
I have copied it below, and attached it as well.

Here we go!

"When We Dance Together"

When we dance together, my world's in disguise 

Concealed  behind black leather jackets 

Dense  fringes snap in the wind

We spiral downward  - a  bizarre  fairyland tale.

Concealed  behind black leather jackets

I hunker down against the brisk mountain air

We spiral downward - a bizarre  fairyland tale

Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade.

I hunker down against the brisk mountain air

The throbbing steel tank between my legs

Wild rock-n-roll women in masquerade

Neon surges through our veins.

The  throbbing steel tank between my legs

with the rumble of Cobra Drags

Neon surges through our veins.

Lean into the slant wind that blows us around.

with the rumble of Cobra Drags

We ride side by side, with stars in our eyes

Lean into the slant wind that blows us around.

I raise the fist of my  icy cold left  hand 

We ride side by side, with stars in our eyes,

on the rough pavement of the dance floor

I raise the fist of my icy cold left hand

Reach out to catch the storm.

On the rough pavement of the dance floor

Laughing with the painful gusts of rain

Reach out to catch the storm

Dancing  together  in disguise.

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