Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker: Use for Use (part six)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Six Use for Use (part six) My patron, not in the least unforthcoming, sat giving me nods, smiles, speaking syllables of agreement. I excused myself to the yard to fetch my pony, finding the trader’s arrows had landed him two hares. They hung by the feet […]
The Impresario (part twenty-five)
The Impresario Part Twenty-Five Three long blasts and a short to summon The captain of the Bishop’s horse The foot-guard lustily bash heads Gaspard’s men eagerly make arrest For every fine collected is a feather for their nest Tortu’s sturdy back unaided must draw the sledge The wax-man’s mass umbrellaed ’Neath a […]
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 […]
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 […]