Monthly Archives: February 2017

Silver – stanza 1.2

The horror of the evening still rings in my Ears like a huge stack of speakers blared A heavy metal three chord blistering set Hard against a sensitive child asleep Moments – the silent pause as the men fell The … Continue reading

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Silver – stanza 28

I was witness to the rest, the performance Went beautifully, although I sensed Allison Grew aware of a man who focused Concentrated attention visible in a crowd All staring enraptured, he was Malinov Of course, Silver can dance; the ballet … Continue reading

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Silver – stanza 27

That is, by and large, all the books told Allison, plagued with a confusion of thoughts And desires, prepared to dance with me Deeply – too deeply – in love with me While tormented by mistrust for Courlain Befuddled by … Continue reading

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Silver – stanza 26

Not long ago, about a year ago When I was dancing across South America Silver and Malinov had been together Since the war between the states Roaming the country, experiencing freedom Practicing arts in their distinct ways Courlain, back from … Continue reading

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Silver – stanza 25

It didn’t take long for Malinov to discover The recital that was being planned, even Less to discern the hand of Courlain behind The scenes, capturing Silver in her unevolved Form, mostly a young dancer with growing Shades of a … Continue reading

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Silver – stanza 24

Malinov found them on a plantation, a few Years before the American Civil War erupted Courlain and Silver lived as a couple A licentious, outrageous, free thinking life Insulated by swamps as they practiced vices Less scandalous now than in … Continue reading

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Silver – stanza 23

In Allison’s diary, I read her account Of a small dinner party I attended Which, I have to admit, made me Uncomfortable, intruding on this young Woman’s private thoughts, although Curiosity led me to rip through the pages Like a … Continue reading

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