A Scientific Family: Fourteenth Tattersby

Posted by ractrose on 30 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Tattersby     A Scientific Family   You won’t Until the sun finds its moment Steadfast tick of bodies set in motion Until the turning earth has lost its math And the red eye blinks at the black-rimmed gorge’s gap You won’t have seen night fall From the cockpit of an […]

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 […]

A Cold Reception: Thirteenth Tattersby

Posted by ractrose on 25 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Tattersby     A Cold Reception   She’d written him a letter too confiding for a cold reception (Flying an enthusiasm, scientific enquiry, not…in his book) A girl of twenty… she has since learned her lesson 1911—April it was—she’d been introduced at Newmarket races to Mr. Ismay All so gay She […]

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 […]