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Through the Brightening Air

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K Mother would be waiting behind the counter pouring us coffee and asking her perpetual uestion ‘So when are you going to take me away from all this’ The Button “we were floating along on this thing having one of those moments when it isn’t so much that you’re playing the music as the music is playing you – you’ve transcended your mere ability to hit the right notes and you’re hooked up with some power source of the universe You’re in a trance – and for as long as you can keep the music going you are everywhere in time and space The universe for once really seems to conform to that definition of Nicholas of Cusa’s ‘a sphere the center of which is everywhere and its circumference is nowhere’?.

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Two Tales of time and probability by Richard Chwedyk Richard Chwedyk won a Nebula Award for his novella “Bronte’s Egg in 2003 He has also been nominated for the Hugo Award the Rhysling Award and shortlisted for the Theodore Sturgeon Award His fiction has appeared in Nebula Awards Showcase 2004 Year’s Best SF 7 Tales From the Red Lion Visual Journeys Hell in the Heartland The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction Amazing Stories and Space and Time His poetry has appeared in Year’s Best SF 8 Strange Horizons Tales of the Unanticipated Snow Monkey and 80 Memories Reflections on Ursula K Le Guin He teaches Science Fiction Writing at Columbia College Chicago Most recently his article “What We Teach When We Tea. Comment publier du contenu appartenant au domaine public recently his article “What We Teach When We Tea.

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Ch Science Fiction Writing” appeared in the SFWA Bulletin and on his blog Critinomicon Last One Close the Door “Every night after we closed up the theater and exited through the fire door the one with Mr Thompson’s neatly printed sign ‘Make sure this door shuts tightly behind you when you leave Thank you’ we walked down Main Street on our way to the diner past all the empty stores Sometimes we spoke about poetry particles and probability Sometimes we spoke of his legendary grandmother who almost made it as a movie actress Sometimes we didn’t speak at all; we simply inhaled the sadness that hung in the air of Burden Park the way grimy soot once had before the steel plant shut down And at the end of the wal.

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