Torsade Literary Space A Scientific Family: Fourteenth Tattersby
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 […]
A Cold Reception: Thirteenth Tattersby
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)
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)
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 […]