Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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Excerpt From Eternal Verse By John Lars Zwerenz (A New Book Of American Poetry To Be Published In 2013)
OF TWO IN PARADISE
When the silver fountains sigh
To the paradisial sky
Eloquently, majestically,
I shall gaze into your ebony eyes
As the snow descends upon your jet-black hair
And your face, so astonishing,
Astonishingly fair.
The castle by the sea
Where the diamond currents rise
With the grace of an angel's wing
Is a witness to our ardor there.
And as the pines, wrapped in a breeze
Of blue and velvet rhapsodies
Shake their perfumes upon your dress
I shall find ecstasy in your feminine caress
And our kiss shall recite The Angelus.
When the silver fountains sigh
To the paradisial sky
Eloquently, majestically,
I shall gaze into your ebony eyes
As the snow descends upon your jet-black hair
And your face, so astonishing,
Astonishingly fair.
The castle by the sea
Where the diamond currents rise
With the grace of an angel's wing
Is a witness to our ardor there.
And as the pines, wrapped in a breeze
Of blue and velvet rhapsodies
Shake their perfumes upon your dress
I shall find ecstasy in your feminine caress
And our kiss shall recite The Angelus.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
An American Romance By John Lars Zwerenz : Excerpt from the novel "An American Romance"
An American Romance By John Lars Zwerenz : Excerpt from the novel "An American Romance": The wind became wild and many dead leaves were blown about the expansive graveyard.... The clouds obscured the moonlight further, unt...
Excerpt from the novel "An American Romance"
The wind became wild and many dead leaves were blown about the expansive graveyard....
The clouds obscured the moonlight further, until now no moonlight appeared at all. Lawrence found it hard to see where he was going.
In the center of the cemetery was erected a centuries-old mausoleum. Lawrence ascended its white, stone steps and passed in through its immense foyer. The mausoleum's interior was cryptic, and mysteriously was moderately lit, lit by glittering lights. What Lawrence found most strange about this place was that the huge, gruesome edifice was illuminated not by electricity but by candles, half of them alive with flame. Their sperm dripped down upon the hard, white floor. On the crypts near the candlelight he could read the names of the deceased with little effort. he wandered down one long corridor where more white candles were lit rather than dead and at last came to the center of the mausoleum which was shaped in the form of an immensely large hexagon. At its center was a huge statue of some medieval, male saint whom Lawrence was unable to recognize. He gazed up at the statue's face and asked for intervention, for help.
At that instant lightning struck the mausoleum and to Lawrence's horror the large, marble hexagon was lit up as though it was day, and the statue of the saint pointed at him, and with a terrible voice said: "Leave thee, for thou art damned! You have no place among the blessed here!" At seeing and hearing this, Lawrence fainted in a fit of terror upon the hard, unforgiving floor as more lightning struck, shattering one of the stain-glass windows on the top of the center's dome.
- From An American Romance By John Lars Zwerenz
An American Romance is available at Amazon.com, Barnes&noble.com and at other online retailers worldwide.
The clouds obscured the moonlight further, until now no moonlight appeared at all. Lawrence found it hard to see where he was going.
In the center of the cemetery was erected a centuries-old mausoleum. Lawrence ascended its white, stone steps and passed in through its immense foyer. The mausoleum's interior was cryptic, and mysteriously was moderately lit, lit by glittering lights. What Lawrence found most strange about this place was that the huge, gruesome edifice was illuminated not by electricity but by candles, half of them alive with flame. Their sperm dripped down upon the hard, white floor. On the crypts near the candlelight he could read the names of the deceased with little effort. he wandered down one long corridor where more white candles were lit rather than dead and at last came to the center of the mausoleum which was shaped in the form of an immensely large hexagon. At its center was a huge statue of some medieval, male saint whom Lawrence was unable to recognize. He gazed up at the statue's face and asked for intervention, for help.
At that instant lightning struck the mausoleum and to Lawrence's horror the large, marble hexagon was lit up as though it was day, and the statue of the saint pointed at him, and with a terrible voice said: "Leave thee, for thou art damned! You have no place among the blessed here!" At seeing and hearing this, Lawrence fainted in a fit of terror upon the hard, unforgiving floor as more lightning struck, shattering one of the stain-glass windows on the top of the center's dome.
- From An American Romance By John Lars Zwerenz
An American Romance is available at Amazon.com, Barnes&noble.com and at other online retailers worldwide.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
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