Torsade Literary Space 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 […]
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 […]