Torsade Literary Space friends for years they were not really friends (poem)
friends for years they were not really friends beginning with the category of or, just state it…what…are the several measures or, measuring, in strict equity or handicapping handicapping to find the margin margin of tolerance, where do the stresses fall fallback, or setback, a drawback…to work and not be free which is […]
The Mirrors (part three)
The Mirrors (part three) Carmine came out of the kitchen, frowning at his shoes’ descent of the steps. He looked up. “Ah! Mr. Wright. You can answer me a question.” His gait like his knock self-conscious, he trotted; he arrived, giving Charmante the tightlipped […]
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 […]