Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker: The Recalcitrant One (part eight)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven The Recalcitrant One (part eight) Now as with many walled cities…as with Monsecchers, I had once mentioned…here were tunnels having secret openings, passages where a single body might squeeze between jagged rocks, or wriggle free among tangled roots. And watches would not be set over these […]
What Would I Do (poem)
What Would I Do I, what would I You’ve come to such a jaded heart Asking participation Modern in your diction saying Join the conversation You talk of people in their shells But watch them leave the trenches Watch them start and dart the salvo Find they’ve grown the legs of a […]
Fortune (poem)
Fortune I was a hired paw to rid the land of vermin I was not idle as accused Nor so important as to be The plague and not her servant Her vector stirred among the coverlets Ricocheting with her whispers Into willing ears and lodging Under eyelids bringing tears My Hearer, it […]
My Blog Week: March 22 to March 28
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Part and Parcel It’s not a question of whether the environmental benefits of coronavirus lockdowns count as an upside to the pandemic. We’re far enough along […]
The Smell of the Crowd (poem)
The Smell of the Crowd see justice pulled from the frying pan nicely crisped at the edges, greased both sides you may say, done the owner considers the tone a diminution in the smell of the crowd his helpers lose keenness for their work all of them wishing to be at home, […]
When You See God (poem)
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 run […]
Zealots (poem)
Zealots Would it not revive him in a way Guarantee his life with a club key So he makes a bribe to the canal boatman And follows the stream with a binocular on Soon to enter the private door through a tunnel of privet But appetite remains which he admits The thought […]