Torsade Literary Space 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 […]
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 […]
The Totem-Maker: Use for Use (part five)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Six Use for Use (part five) I slept a first night with them in my house…slept to excess, the honey drink to blame. Sorry for my hurting arm, and for myself altogether, I’d swallowed two or three strong draughts. That day I woke not having dreamed […]