Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker: The Recalcitrant One (part eleven)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven The Recalcitrant One (part eleven) “No, I won’t rush you.” He had made to rise, but sank again, while the fingers of a hand concealed under pillow-fringe tapped. I told him, “I am not a general. You do not want me for advice you had sought […]
My Blog Week: May 24 to May 30
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week This week has been tough, and…as things have fallen out…the serial novel I started writing in 2018 has two plot undercurrents: the Spanish flu pandemic, that began in 1918, and […]
Eight: Interrupting (poetry series)
Interrupting Bright comes the sun o’er prospects verdant Bright comes the upglow of new-booted screen Bright the blue ink on fresh-peeled Post-it Bright the gay tinkle of first text received Here is a pincer move to keep the target tautened The dandiest thing in banquet platters, name-tagged, yours Heaped with meats […]
Men (first): Eighth German Spy
The Folly The German Spy Men (first) He said, ‘Smile, Agnes. Always smile.’ Serna the milliner dispassionately surgical Limning his foundling’s looks She’d felt safe, so ill-prepared in going out Wounded and angry and oddly at home In Marseille he was mother to her, telling her ‘Your brows are too […]
Into Water (poem)
Into Water Which would be the more vulnerable if it were only a game Or should the haptics of drone dragoons invest the operator with a true-to-life experience The prey, she going flat in the underbrush, with a weapon of her own We’ll say a bolas, charged in a backpack and her […]
The Mirrors (part two)
The Mirrors (part two) “We’ve installed viewing lenses, in the bath and the adjoining bedroom. Slowly, Mrs. Demorest, you will take a turn about, and come back to the doorway.” She looked at Carmine. “You said two or three times.” “Yes…and we’ll […]
My Blog Week: May 17 to May 23
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Avoirdupois I personally have fat cred. I was heavy enough in the 90s that I made jeans from overalls, cutting the bib off, and using the […]
The Blurbs (poem)
The Blurbs A flight from personal tragedy brings Trey Michaelson to Wetheringdale Farm, with its eccentric collection of healers and seekers. Here she meets journalist Royce Beardsley, a Wethering descendent, who keeps a two-hundred-year-old secret. An afternoon on the bridle path leads to a sealed well-head, and a grim discovery. Kinley […]