Republicans’ Last Chance (opinion)

Republicans’ Last Chance Or, advice from an observer                           As to politics, I believe in doing what works and not doing what doesn’t work. Human society has never been able to figure out why this principle is so difficult, rather than so easy, […]

My Blog Week: January 12 to January 18

All the Latest from Torsade!                             A Word on the Week   To Ask the Question         Tomorrow, best of luck and safety to the people of Richmond, Virginia. The planned rally suggests a wish to instill fear in […]

Where Fashion Sits (poem)

    Where Fashion Sits   Are you the larval worm In the larder Every feathered pillow has this unseen delver You feel yourself layered in tissue paper Your rat’s race a peristaltic ripple of waxy flesh Your crackling head a pin The glue has brittled in the way of yellow cellophane The leather soles […]

Mince No Words: Seventh Battle Stations

    The Folly Battle Stations         Mince No Words   Business is to be got to…Trout, though he’d offered pretext Possesses so little of personal quality While a monocled eye, unsuffering of fools, peers so expectant The host shrugs away his first, introductory amblings Though ahead he forages as much as […]

Frédéric Boutet: A Reputation (part one)

Frédéric Boutet A Few Blackmails A Reputation (part one)                             “Monsieur, a gentleman has come on the part of the Philanthropic Society of Paris.” “Well, let him in,” said M. Blestat. He folded his newspaper, shook his cigar ash into the fire, […]

Male and Female (poem)

    Male and Female   You might be nothing much a hatchback human utilitarian, cute thing a nice or not nice who says I’m not named with a name without a hope for yourself the profile of a popular young’un a ranch hand from a feet up, TV on waiting out the ninth month […]

The Impresario (part twenty-four)

  The Impresario Part Twenty-Four   Behind leathern masks are the fighters’ faces hid To make livelier sport for the pleasure of the mob For to lose the sight of an eye, or have a nose cut off Cuts short the combat, those on tiptoes at the back Do not strain themselves to witness a […]

Fight Me (poem)

    Fight Me   “Fight me,” says Mr. Boots. He smiles upside down, beaming, chin above whisker pads At the yellow goldfish whose mouth Expresses opening and closing, pushing in and out, no more She cannot answer to his mocking Nor can he mock her as he’d like But matches every parting of her […]

My Blog Week: January 5 to January 11

All the Latest from Torsade!                             A Word on the Week   Precipitate         A point of convergence in two of the big stories of the week… Let’s go back to 1997, not to rehash much of the unhappy […]

Heroic Courage (poem)

    Heroic Courage   What it is is dying that, but…    if a moment comes you take them with your mouth shut, both Respectfully, no… Both torture and release No. I don’t think a hero can rescue a hero No, you’re half right, never boast, I’m saying Dying may not be requisite However, the […]