Torsade Literary Space 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 […]
Eight: The Dispensing (poetry series)
The Dispensing Is the person, as such, pleasing In ways, does the person please, and in ways offend If the good were scissored free from, we will say, four inferior samplings Sleeve, bodice, skirt, stitched, with a neat, tooth-to-tooth intermeshing Of their pinked edging We should be left to ask, part […]
Lonely in Its Reckoning: Seventh German Spy
The Folly The German Spy Lonely in Its Reckoning Agnes justified on the day of her promotion The old women to her sister’s marriage filing The church gained down pitched channels Mostly arid, stepped by feast and famine Fiery sky…and flood Fiery sky And flood again neighbours dressed in veils […]
The Mirrors (part one)
The Mirrors i. The odd-job man, today walking the yard setting mole traps. He unbent his back when Charmante called out, “Hey!” The front parlor the same as every day, the chimneypiece and its stony odor, white sheers damping sunlight; the temperature, never mind the bloomed camellias flanking […]
lie of a lucky meeting (poem)
lie of a lucky meeting when the banqueters were invited to the theatre the room reminiscent in décor wallboard smoked-white studded each six feet with phone jacks cardboard curtains stiff-flocked as a Christmas box of Scotch, Season’s Greetings, a shade called ruby blush threading carpet humped in heavy traffic spots commercial rugging […]
My Blog Week: May 10 to May 16
All the Latest from Torsade! This week, between gardening and nuisance headaches, I didn’t get enough drawing done, so here’s an older cartoon, some nostalgia for what everyone was watching and obsessing on last year, more or less at this time. (For no good reason, I gave […]
Eight: Doctrine (poetry series)
Doctrine They said there was a sage and revered man Who for his vows spoke never, but did chant The psalms, his mien aloft of earthly cares And soul among the blessed…this was known A bird of fields, he, counted it a break with God A deeper thing than ordinary sin To […]