Cenotaph (poem)

      Cenotaph   The undertone and halftone of every shadow lead the eye astray Your bread has taken on a grey hue Your milk and eggs Your shirt and shoes Like clouds against the greyer backdrop of the grey sky   Offset softly not too harshly Whatever the ground contains lives here indifferent […]

Thank You Not (poem)

      Thank You Not   As many times as they came round with the syringe Offering again―the words they used―relief from pain He had refused “Pain I can bear,” he told them “But I will always be here.” Escorted to his granddaughter’s arm She, peeling free magenta roses and her handbag’s strap glued […]

The Mirrors (part seventeen)

      The Mirrors (part seventeen)     viii.     And so— The year of Esta’s birth, on an island in a southern river… Born new asset to a family of wealthy bankers. Here at the city’s fringe had been this wall. This wall on its little hump of earth, able with its […]

My Blog Week: September 11 to September 17

All the Latest from Torsade!                                       On Monday, a Rattus reissue, “Petal and Perfume”. Wednesday, The Mirrors, with Charmante fending her way among the possessed. Saturday, “Fellyans”, Finch providing a cozy lunch for Vincent and Coral.  Images […]

Fellyans (part seven)

      Fellyans (part seven)   “Your husband seems not a bad sort,” Alma remarked. No answer came. She unhooked the pot, backed from the fire, elbow-length in heavy gloves, and decided the floor was the place. Jorinda’s stew bubbled on. “Watch you don’t get too near with your pretty skirt, love.” “Is there […]

The Mirrors (part sixteen)

      The Mirrors (part sixteen)     She turned her back, took up her spoon and bent over the stovetop. Because there was cocoa and sugar in the house, because Carmine might struggle back for his favorite, she had milk on, simmering for pudding. “Over yonder…” The voice was Leonce’s. A finger touched […]

My Blog Week: September 4 to September 10

All the Latest from Torsade!                                       On Monday, a new Yoharie, Savannah recalling the moment her life changed. Tuesday, The Mirrors, two familiar faces and two unknown personas. Wednesday, a reedit of the short story, “Heckler”, in […]

Petal and Perfume (poem)

      Petal and Perfume   At their tables, they waited She had made them see, by knotted strings That flared white, and danced, and left their Interweavings on the eye’s lens Against the contrast of brown limbs A bower of surpassing craft Decked in petal and perfume All that was prelude The trespasser […]

Catastrophe (part thirty-two)

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (part thirty-two)                       Monday, 5th. This morning, flat calm, detonations rare. The top of the mountain is covered in a clear, blue cloud. The neighboring houses appear all white. We hear noises like lava that boils and overflows. […]

Heckler (part one)

      Heckler (part one)     One of the people I know told me about these guys. Like if you wanted a loser property you owned out of the way, it’s ashes, no one finds a trace wrong—cause they use some military kind of laser. You get a little free money from the […]