Swamped

excerpt

The afternoon sun was hiding behind light clouds as Eteo started his
walk. The crowds had arrived at the Ambleside seawall as they did
every fine day, and Eteo had to dodge groups of pedestrians from
time to time. He saw Frankie again, but he was busy on his phone
and only nodded and waved with his free hand. Eteo responded in
kind, but suddenly his own phone rang and he stepped to the side of
the path to answer. It was Richard calling from Calgary.
“You never called me,” Richard complained.
“Sorry, I got caught up in things.”
“Never mind, I managed. We’ll see lots of buying as early as tomorrow
or the next day at the latest. Two big brokers will come in.
Stay on the bid and you’ll see.”
“What happened?” Eteo needed a bit more detail than that.
“Just stay on the bid,” Richard repeated, “and let them come and
take the offers. Just follow the market up.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” Eteo replied, not very happy to be
fobbed off with generalities. Afterwards he speculated about the various
scenarios of how these new brokers might come into the market.

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Arrows

excerpt

Worry over everybody’s salvation overwhelmed me. At the
moment, my own salvation seemed too big a task. I relaxed in the
current and let my body drift as I focused on an old Christmas
anthem. Humming, I sunk my head until only my face broke the
surface, and relished in the gurgling of the water below and the
expanse of mottled sky above framed by brilliant green trees.
Some time later, I pulled myself toward shore, with the water
under my chin. There was no doubt in my mind where I had left my
clothes, but they were not there.
A small monkey darted from one bush to another with my frock
trailing behind him. I scrambled out of the water and picked up the
rosary where I had left it hanging from a branch. I found my
undergarments and shoulder cape muddied near the bushes. I put
on my pants, and, just as I tied the laces and started off in pursuit, a
rustle in the bushes cut me short. I was not at all prepared for such
unadorned beauty.
It was a young woman. Her large eyes reminded me of the sun
drowning in the sea, the moment of its most striking beauty. They
glittered, and I could see the light of her gaze sparkling on the ocean
between us. Her giggle broke the spell; two dimples appeared at the
corners of her mouth. Her teeth were even and white, like pearls.
She offered me my frock and I remembered I was almost naked.
The monkey ran out of the bushes and climbed up her arm,
perching on her shoulder. She was so fulfilling to look at, I almost
resented the monkey’s familiarity.Atiara of yellow flowers adorned
the head of that wild Aphrodite; her long hair was like braided
streams rushing down chocolate-capped mountains.
A stream of words tinkled from the sweetest smile. She offered
me my frock, and the movement of her arm tore my eyes from her
face. She pinched her nose and shook her head, but drifted toward
me nonetheless.
I recovered my frock and balled it up like a buckler, for she was
now close enough for the warmth of her breath to cause the hairs of
my nape to stand up on end. I stiffened as her hands came up to my
face. She kept on talking. I listened to the inflections of her girlish

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Troglodytes

III
The moon’s glowing silver
face smiles as two minnows,
the smallness of the world enter.
The heart’s gracious great
from the watery kingdom
all grandiose and official
as any small with power
of ephemeral duration.
Higher than the mighty whales
they feel with the waves aside them
and they relate life’s state
in their bubbly cosmos:
“The oceans’ movement
has abruptly ceased there are
no currents splashing unto
Poseidon’s palace.
Death in waiting. Psalms and
chants we shall sing
purifications
we must perform
for the orphan wavelets.”

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