Monthly Archives: March 2017

“What about the twenty-third?” “What is that, Sunday?” “I think so, yes.” “Let me see, here, Sunday, no, the Gala is Sunday.” “The Gala?” “Ballet. It’s a special event, not on the calendar.” “I was going to say, I hadn’t … Continue reading →

At one end of the room, a music student Paid his debts by playing for the entertainment Of the club’s patrons, an eclectic selection Of classical and contemporary pieces mingled With folk songs, both local and foreign Indulging the student’s … Continue reading →

Malinov took breakfast in the gazebo near The gardens, sipped his coffee, buttered his Toast. “Hans,” he said to his servant “Yes, sir.” “Are the young people up yet?” “Sir?” “Lotte and Manfred. Have they had breakfast?” “They’re gone, sir.” … Continue reading →

“We’re arranging a show, a ballet Gala Four months from now in the capital We want you to headline, dance a gran Pas de deux with a ballerina we discovered” My comprehension halted at the word “headline” All I could … Continue reading →

“Give me a beat,” said Marx, almost singing Smiling and nodding as he showed them their Seats, “Let’s groove, Daddy O” with a melodic Insistence; Malinov greeted, Razor greeted And Black Marx passed them a joint ritually “Not your surface … Continue reading →

Unbeknownst to Silver, Courlain took possession Of the young man they intended for Malinov Beloved of the vessel chosen for Silver, a year Passed and Courlain slowly emerged from within Razor points out at this point that he doesn’t Know … Continue reading →

When Courlain became involved in the Gala Having identified Allison and ponied up cash He didn’t dare approach her, for he didn’t know If she would recognize him, so he contacted Tasha and asked her to intervene, to choreograph To … Continue reading →