Torsade Literary Space Excerpt: A Figure from the Common Lot (Peas in a Pod)
A Figure from the Common Lot Chapter Three Peas in a Pod (part four) They sat on Mrs. Purfoy’s stoop. Soon, Thomas would be dispatched to tell them she did not like them doing so; that tenants had no privilege to loiter before the premises, making […]
The Mirrors (part eight)
The Mirrors (part eight) He let this trail. He was amiable; he expected her to sympathize. “You’d have to…” She heard her voice cut out, her throat dry. “Tell me the name. I was hired by Mr. Rothesay, whether you like […]
Yoharie: Because Society (part two)
Yoharie Because Society (part two) She was at the Oakbrook mall, the single customer of Bernadette’s. Behind the glass case Bernadette culled crimped-paper holders, empty éclair oblongs, doughnut rounds; fixing cards under trays: Half-Price! BOGO! The same thing. Bernadette, which one do they go for? Giarma didn’t ask, and […]
My Blog Week: June 28 to July 4
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week The Bobbing Cork Suppose you attend a gathering, and there are ninety-nine other people in your seating section, some wearing masks, some not. Some yell and sing, some […]
Excerpt: A Figure from the Common Lot (Jerome)
A Figure from the Common Lot Book Two: 1876 “We have no need of plans. You are quite right, Jerome. Our lives progress under the watchful eye of a benign intelligence, and we […]
Eight: Picking Brains (poetry series)
Picking Brains [sowing paranoia] Why are you here? The silence extends. Though silence, in interview via teletype is contempt, confusion, thoughtfulness Thoughts of…what’s it mean, why really am I? How do I work this thing, is it some kind of setup Equipment breakdown, line traffic, any of those What is your name? […]
Dark Humour: Twelfth Battle Stations
The Folly Battle Stations Dark Humour But, if I may, the chap…who calls himself Peters (He notes Llewellyn find in this no subtle Hunnish wit. Peters in manner terribly Hansel, a-dropping of his breadcrumbs… Another glance…no. The new man has been guilty of imitating Peters at his club. […]
The Mirrors (part seven)
The Mirrors (part seven) “Hey, now! Who you brung, Charmante?” “Hey, Mrs. Parkins! This is William Wright.” And since it was no use holding back, she added, ushering him onto Esta’s porch: “He does the odd jobs for Mr. Rothesay.” Chopped […]