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Uvi Poznansky	Marriage before Death	Overkill
	The Edge of Revolt	Twisted
A.L. Butcher	Tales of Erana: The Warriors Curse	The Last Forest
	The Kitchen Imps and Other Dark Tales
Angelica Kate	Freedom’s Christmas	Death of the Matchmaker
Ann Swann	Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot
Casi McLean	In Time for Christmas
Ed Benjamin	Harry’s War
Eli Pope	The Way It Happened	The Judgement Game
Dänna Wilberg	Borrowed Time: Broken Promises	Borrowed Time: Mind Games
Diane Merrill Wiggington	A Compromising Position	Angelina’s Secret
Inge-Lise Goss	Fatal Limit	The Cost of Crude
	Diamonds and Lies
Janna Yeshanova	Love Is Never Past Tense
Katie Mettner	Blazing Hot Nights
Gerald Elias	Murder at the Royal Albert
Linnea Tanner	Apollo’s  Raven	Dagger’s Destiny
	Amulet’s Rapture
Marta Moran Bishop	Whispers on the Wind	George Haint
Mercedes Rochelle	A King under Siege
Sandra Nikolai	Fatal Wispers
S.R. Mallery	Genteel Secrets	Trouble in Glamor Town
Tina-Marie Miller	Everything Happens for a Reason	The Curious Miss Fortune
	Fame and Fortune

Tango: Oh my darling, now your weight I must shlep

This is an animation I created for my poem, Tango. The narrators are the amazing Sarah Mallery (AKA S.R. Mallery) and the incredible voice artist Paul McSorley -- thank you so much for the humor and the voice!

He	No more idle time and no more blues! I’ll curl up my mustache, put on dancing shoes  I need someone — you? — whose heart I can steal For Heaven's sake, don't make me kneel
She	I dabbed some perfume just under my ear  As soon as I laid eyes on you, dear You move with panache, with such elegant flair    I adore your bald spot, your dwindling hair
He	Yes, I think of myself as a dashing young man  No surprise you came over as the music began My aftershave is intoxicating, I am in such bliss As I lean over, shall I give you a kiss?
She	I painted my lips, put a rose in my hair  My bosom is plump, my arms are bare,  As I cling to you — what a tall gentleman! — Can you hear my heart? Hold me tight if you can
He	I sway on my feet, then leap into the air  Come tango with me—if only you dare  Hang on my arm, let me lead step by step  Oh my darling, now your weight I must shlep

Come tango with me, if only you dare

He tells her, "Come tango with me, if only you dare..."

This snippet took me four days to produce, because of the complexity of the movement.

Stay tuned for the final animation, all the snippets put together for a full two-minute production...

And that's how their tango begins

 And that's how their tango begins -- he holds up his hand inviting her to join...

A snippet of my upcoming animation.... Stay tuned.

Guided by nothing but an instinct to survive, farther and farther away from home

There he sits, pressed in between bundles and things that keep rattling around him, on top of a horse-driven wagon. Looking up at his parents he can sense something big, something fearful and unspoken casting a shadow over them; and they bend their heads together over him and his sister. He can see an endless line in front, an endless line in back—horses and wagons, wagons and horses as far as the eye can see—all advancing towards the same gray, unclear horizon, all escaping towards the same destination: Unknown.

The sun rises in front of the wagons, and sets behind them. Towns appear and disappear. Rivers pass by, then forests, brick houses, motels. In Minsk they stop. He finds the three-story hotel quite fascinating at first, especially the curved rail of the staircase, which is meant, no doubt, for sliding down and yelling at the top of your voice. Of course, landing down on your butt, he finds out, is an entirely different matter—and so is the harsh, unforgiving look cast down at him by the hotelkeeper.

They settle down for the night. In the rented room, his mommy blesses the Sabbath candles. Her hands are tightly clasped, her eyes closed. And early the next morning they mount the wagon again, and the journey goes on in the dim light, guided by nothing but an instinct to survive, farther and farther away from home. Squinting at the rising sun, Zeev finds it more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. His mind is going numb listening to the wheels as they spin and turn, spin and turn, beating incessantly against the mud.

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I love your bald spot, your dwindling hair

 So this is a snippet for my animation, Tango, which is based on a series of my clay sculptures, featuring a middle-aged man who dances with a different girl in each of the sculptures. Here, she whispers to him, in her most sexy, throaty intonation, "I love your bald spot, your dwindling hair..." 

Her voice will be narrated for the animation by Sarah Mallery, also known as S.R. Mallery. in different phases of her life she's been a singer, a composer, a calligrapher, a quilt artist, and an ESL/Reading teacher. Nowadays she's a USA Today Bestselling Author and a longtime friend of mine. I'm thrilled to incorporate her voice in this animation. Stay tuned...