Torsade Literary Space Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part seven)
Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part seven) Chapter III The Entry into Naples The midday sun burned in the blazing white streets. Heavy on the air lay the perfume of Sorrento’s orange groves, while the city rang with the tolling […]
Amulet Two (poem)
Amulet Two Corin’s parents, in the satellite radio boom Had been a pair of patterers playing the roles of that shopping couple at the home improvement store On the strength of which they’d been given their live show… Times alter fates. No call to say busted down, but relegated to a […]
The Totem-Maker: Crafter Becomes Maker (part fifteen)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Crafter Becomes Maker (part fifteen) “Zaza, break your egg and wish you had made better gifts,” Iokka whispered to her. She snatched up her treasure instead, cradling the egg safe as though he might steal it. To his brother slowest of wit, Iokka whispered next: […]
My Blog Week: January 10 to January 16
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Robo-Republicans I’ve been rereading, after decades, a book series I loved as a youngster: Lloyd Alexander’s Chronicles of Prydain. Well. Lord Gwydion has […]
Celebrated (part seventeen)
Celebrated (part seventeen) “Well, Brill’s pal, partner…did you ever meet Ian Charles Guiness?” “Was he…?” Tom gestured, slicking a palm above his head. The hairstyle, yes…the blow-dried loft. Also, there had been long carpety sideburns. But she completed for him, “A son […]
Mathilde Alanic: Shine! (part twenty-six)
Mathilde Alanic Shine! (part twenty-six) Annie saw Patrice justified in his conjecture. Alban, possibly spied on by Le Filleul, had shown loyalties that gave rise to suspicions. Private grievances could be settled—Patrice had said so—in times of public lawlessness. A belfry surmounted by […]
Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part six)
Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part six) “Someone…Henryk, Konrad…has told you to say that to me!” The girl rose, trembling. “God strike me if I lie! I don’t know why I spoke…it only came to me to say it when I heard the music. […]
nothing more (poem)
nothing more the very recently departed has some status above corpse and lies untouched unparty to debate whether its last possessions be ruled loot or legacy whether it might be washed, then dressed then buried in situ, an oblong shallow mound under cypress branches in a field of asphodel […]
Yoharie: Give and Take (part two)
Yoharie Give and Take (part two) Savannah said, “This job.” “Tell me again about the arrangement. What I want to know,” Kate said, “is where you see yourself, in, say, six months.” No place…was the candidate’s answer. They had talked twice; so far Mom had been good. Do […]