Torsade Literary Space Poem: When You See God
When You See God When you see god nose your horizon Inconvenient choosing the hour before the alarm goes off Before you lift your fork Before you find your pen and jot your thought An acronym, had it been? for blunder A plan you’d had to get thinner By mistake you […]
Eight: King (poem)
King Artsy is the acquired name The King of this domain not cute, believe it And swords don’t pull from stones, but a crazy with a knife was witnessed once Things happen on the beat and things get made only for use but color color is a natural it’s a world […]
My Blog Week: July 25 to July 31
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week The Cringe of Christianity My translation of Mathilde Alanic’s Shine! is reaching its conclusion; in this week’s episode the atheistic heroine, Annie, promises […]
Hammersmith: View Halloo (chapter twenty-three)
Hammersmith Chapter Twenty-Two View Halloo Swan’s lodging house…or private business of some other type…began its intercourse with the visitor in a sunlit parlor, flanked by closed doors. Hogben, for having breakfasted at Aimee’s, ridden on a train, walked half-a-dozen city blocks to Krabill’s, gone by cab to lunch […]
Mathilde Alanic: Shine! (part fifty)
Mathilde Alanic Shine! (part fifty) “No,” she begged him. “Don’t give yourself pain. Don’t think of it anymore.” “I harmed you. I troubled your life. I stole your peace…you can’t know how remorse has weighed on me.” “But never mind… Forget, all of […]
TV Culture: Mr. Prosecutor (poem)
Mr. Prosecutor The witness/killer weeps He is surprised…bushwhacked by a tactic “Mother doesn’t care.” Mother, he tells the doctor, is just outside in her rose garden Often since Papa died I find her staring at the fountain He calls to her from the patio, apologizes, she has gone upstairs “She’s having […]
Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part thirty)
Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part thirty) The cavalcade divided among a stand of pine; the master of hounds belayed his whip, and let the dogs run. Andreas, intent, listening, eyeing every clearing from which game might burst, looked aside at last… The man nearest him […]
The Totem-Maker: The Citadel (part five)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Ten The Citadel (part five) I cantered on for some time, Cuerpha in the mood for this run, our way sloping downwards. My totem had been seeking me, for the sensible thought came that I ought to seek it. And with these words I addressed it: I […]