Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker: Winter Alone (part fifteen)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Five Winter Alone (part fifteen) The Prince raised me to my feet, while Jute made display of fretting. “Deliver me,” she whispered. These words among astonishing clucks, and apologies, no less, her hands straightening my clothes, patting at the wineskin, which by luck had not burst. “May […]
Away Like Dust (poem)
Away Like Dust Several announcements that the hour was at hand were backburnered, the dare administered had been not to face down a seasonal inflatable but to let the season pass with a period as advertisements give ample warning to contemplate on a sofa safety or safely…doing something… It seems unnecessary Saving […]
The Impresario (part fifteen)
The Impresario Part Fifteen Regalus and Pierre come upon the tail of a mounted entourage Flanked by her knights of her household rides on bearers’ shoulders, a lady in a litter Footmen armed with cudgels seem to relish No less than those well-distanced from their blows The abject cringe of beggars venturing close “Oh, she […]
Bride to Be (part seven)
Bride to Be (part seven) If he would be there to meet me I would risk the chase My father in that fretful time keeping me guarded close Such of quandary was my trial, to love and doubt (and that I must, that he was not soft and pious, made me proud) […]
My Blog Week: November 3 to November 9
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Open Mouth, Insert Left Foot The punditscape has been bestirred this week by excerpts from the upcoming book by Anonymous…who self-purports as a Trump insider. Trump’s […]
Fortune’s Refugees (poem)
Fortune’s Refugees Whether this is the saga [This Is the Saga, the announcer announces, when the solo flute ends and the violins swell] of three generations, in quest of freedom, unless pioneers, then the Civil War factors or the title asks for a sensitive treatment, of WWII…writer? This is the Saga of […]
The Totem-Maker: Winter Alone (part fourteen)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Five Winter Alone (part fourteen) Night on the open sea often was alight in strange ways. The stars gleamed, clustered in places thick as crystals in a basilisk’s egg. I felt my eyes could drink this light and shine it before me…but the magic could not […]
Enemies (poem)
Enemies The way I fall in step is oldest news But don’t ask me, the goods I got, it’s on authority I could quote you the bible…or, how bout? Tell you this, a little fairy story I know you want sympathy, they all do But you listen to me You don’t have […]