Torsade Literary Space Wrong Again (poem)
Wrong Again This was better, more sensitive. But so much silence in his conversation-mate Must be a warning. “I’ve learned not to apologize.” He thought, Why me? A line of inquiry that promised to go badly. “You’ve learned not to apologize,” she said. The topic seemed to want a change of scene. […]
The Cause (poem)
The Cause You an islet, witness to an hour of rising You a fleer and a tunneler You at times overroofed by another’s Wasted heat Hate discovers you One of these will speak against you And the worst of these Enflamed the mind an empty fuel tank of fumes Swings a […]