Torsade Literary Space Dark Humour: Twelfth Battle Stations
The Folly Battle Stations Dark Humour But, if I may, the chap…who calls himself Peters (He notes Llewellyn find in this no subtle Hunnish wit. Peters in manner terribly Hansel, a-dropping of his breadcrumbs… Another glance…no. The new man has been guilty of imitating Peters at his club. […]
The Mirrors (part seven)
The Mirrors (part seven) “Hey, now! Who you brung, Charmante?” “Hey, Mrs. Parkins! This is William Wright.” And since it was no use holding back, she added, ushering him onto Esta’s porch: “He does the odd jobs for Mr. Rothesay.” Chopped […]
The Totem-Maker: Crafter Becomes Maker (part two)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Crafter Becomes Maker (part two) Noakale kept me at her side during those days the suitor and his entourage filtered into Lord Ei’s establishment. She was certain of her strength, quite untroubled by the loftiness of Jute and Darsale. United the sisters were in this; […]
My Blog Week: June 21 to June 27
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week The Granny Economy It’s worth considering that this time last year—in fact, a few months ago this year—however hot-buttoned the GOP fringers were, they hadn’t thought of getting […]
Eight: Abnormalizing (poetry series)
Abnormalizing Should Dr. Comus mount to the podium Begged before he dies, of a valediction, lightning-bolted by the gaze When freed as angels his victims anneal him And words break out, in patterns of revealing His ilk, his false-named friends, a younger colleague A theoretician, but a go-getter, they turn them out […]
Crumbs Enough (poem)
Crumbs Enough Do the things we did become forensic Difficult to reminisce on Small attentions No one else recalls our birthplace Growing up for us dispersal Early burial Make me a paper doll Make me sorry to have been naïve Make me want to see again Make me sketch her clothes […]
The Mirrors (part six)
The Mirrors (part six) “We were on a sort of sea-cliff, our place. No electric. Rainwater, caught in a cistern. Chores continual. I liked Rothesay, I looked forward to his coming. He brought me books by the dozen. And he would […]
Yoharie: Because Society (part one)
Yoharie Because Society (part one) A simple, rite-based, an utterly credulous piety… So, when you felt in the wrong, no dark night of the soul, no ethical struggle. “Struggle doesn’t seem quite right. A more engaged version of a quandary…?” “Kampf.” “Please. But,” Giarma added, “you want a job, […]