Swamped

Excerpt

With that, the meeting was over. Eteo walked back to his office and called Mario at once to propose that Pacific Trends keep all the offering in house. On return he promised to give the guy at Wolverton something else in the future, or even get him in on this after the broker’s warrants were out. That sealed the deal. Mario agreed, and Eteo went back to watching his screen. Platinum Properties was doing great, Golden Veins the opposite. He called Richard Walden.

“Have you heard anything?” Eteo asked him

“No, nothing so far,” Richard admitted.

“When did you call last?”

“Yesterday afternoon. I guess they must still be working on it.”

“I wouldn’t assume that. I don’t like this at all. Why don’t you take a quick flight down there and check things out for yourself?”

“Go to Texas?” Richard’s voice sounded alarmed.

“Why not? It’s your money they’re spending.”

There was an uncomfortable silence at the other end of the line before Richard said, hesitantly, “I’m actually not that fond of airplanes and flying.”

“Okay, send one of your directors.”

“There must be another way,” Richard replied. “Let me call the finder, the man who brought me this deal. I’ll talk to him.”

“All right, but let me know what you find out. Who is it anyway? Do I know him?”

“It’s Walter Cooper.”

“I know Walter. I could talk to him. Yes, it might be better that way. Leave it to me. I’ll call him and get back to you,” Eteo said and put the phone down. He noticed he was breathing fast. It upset him.

Then he saw the big trades of Platinum stock, big chunks all bought by Nomura. He smiled and relaxed. The market looked clean even beyond the three dollar mark. He had hit a good one, he knew, and if Mario’s Nostra is agreed on by this group, he had better keep as much stock as he could for his accounts and give lots of it to his key people, the ones who did most of his business. Eteo had a large number of accounts, but only about fifteen percent of them traded often. Those were the clients he needed to reward when a good issue came along. Mario’s Nostra Ventures was beginning to look like it could be one of them.

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Rodica Marian – Poems

THE FRAIL GAME OF
EFFERVESCENCE
My childhood, not at all vagrant, stubborn,
Is watching me,
Like the dolls from the fairs,
Detached, but fiercely lively ―
Giving me the shivers
Like the wolves’ hunger on a wintry night.
The other day I dreamt it was talking to me
With its freshly arrogant lips
And I just wanted to touch it shyly
Admiring the arch of its mouth’s corners,
When the round sap of its lips drew back
Under its thick eyelashes
And among them,
A huge, humid eye
Was watching me wondering
Like a dragon that had just returned from the sky.

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Entropy

Flowing Narratives
It’s strange that still
after so many things I listened to
flowing narratives that the others don’t hear
my eternity fights and dies
broken chord shaking like flowers,
the flowing thoughts, the impassable
immortality I left all the doors open
to the purifying wind
so that I wouldn’t grow roots as
I floated over the events.
And now that we two are left
I and you in the unsaid
what else do you see besides
the completion of Eros
in the innermost depth of the emotions
the foolishness of immortality?
The road and the colony are one
evergreen daydream eternal breath
destiny of men in its exhale
ovules of a new breath
what do you see through the open window
I don’t want to leave before the day’s end
to the vague depth of the cove
traces of dark memories
stare deep in our eyes
this is the time
schemata of immenseness on the horizon
then let me know what you see.

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