Are You Alienated (part five)

Are You Alienated ( part five)                 “I suppose…” Emmett studied Minta. Now, when he seemed finally saying it…the promised thing…he’d spoiled her concentration with Quentin. She eyed him back, and he flashed her the smallest of grim little smiles. “If you had ever been aware of my […]

The Bog (part three)

Short Stories The Bog (part three)             “Well, okay. You mean Thanksgiving.” “Bring Alex, if she’s home.” “She won’t be. Jeff’s Mom could be. Visiting.” Jeff had a brother and sister. His mother had four grandchildren, two great-grandchildren. The little ones lived with Jeff’s niece in Las Vegas…but all this […]

My Blog Week: Sept 17 to Sept 23

All the Latest from Torsade!                   The week began with a resolution, of its kind, for Lady Gimple and Dougal Inskip, entry twelve in the Tattersby arc: “The Hothouse Rose”. The second episode of “Sympathy for the Torturer” came next, with Anton boarding a bus, and breaking […]

Rattus (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 23 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

    Rattus   Intuition, extra sense, if you like Déjà-vu in a prototypic vermin mind We are having telepathic conversation Embracing sight’s elusive romance (To be a genius. To be not at fault for this.) How are we going to solve a problem? Working backwards from the outcome The treat is hidden in the […]

Are You Alienated (part four)

Are You Alienated (part four)               “I can dream a little, can’t I?” “You may dream of stability. You and others of your generation. Your expectations have matured. Your generation’s influence on your nation’s politics and culture will be a mirror of your own experience.” Minta and her mother-in-law […]

Corey Jack’s Misery (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 21 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

    Corey Jack’s Misery   He’d been going good Corey Jack, thirty-nine One Italian heel on the ring Pomps his hair like Elvis this time Gauges, cause he tracks these things The young guy in the mirror Just shift around and tug out his lapel Mostly thin Mostly cool Talking to this broad, who’s […]

The Bog (part two)

Short Stories The Bog (two)             Amanda laid the tent on top of the table. They heard the clacking of its fiberglass exoskeleton. Her radio squawked two messages that Laurel heard only as static, and that Amanda ignored. “You heard the weather report?” she asked. “Um.” Rachel answered. “There’s a […]

Tourmaline: Sympathy for the Torturer: (conclusion)

Tourmaline Sympathy for the Torturer (conclusion)           Down the coast. That must be the expression. Herward used it, and Herward came from there, called himself a good friend to the Swisshelms. Down the coast they’d sat on the daybed in Anton’s attic room, he with the sisters, talking. Jovie…yes, her name […]

My Blog Week: Sept 10 to Sept 16

All the Latest from Torsade!                     This week began with a promo post, “Coming in October!”, that features links to two YouTube videos for my serial novel’s debut, with musical themes to accompany the imagery. Also on September 11, a new entry in the Corey Jack […]

Movie of the Week (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 16 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

    Movie of the Week   A small man climbs Hurries but keeps his hand clamped that it glide in care Care not to lose that grip For him each splintering riser yawns And the rail sits to mock his inches Like a tool that measures, the bar insists “You must be so tall” […]