Battlefront: part five

Posted by ractrose on 29 Oct 2017 in Fiction, Novels

A Figure from the Common Lot Battlefront (five)               They passed a sign-post, unreadable. Honoré saw a row of cottage lights. He saw canal water, reflecting from its surface starlight and village lamps. The dog, Sophie-Jaune, piped and panted—finally, having struggled against the impulse, she barked. A lantern swung […]

Phantom (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 25 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    Phantom   Here the river loses its bottle-glass translucence Before the shallows are disturbed Crook-legged insects skim like kites and chittering birds Paired in low flight dip and vault Wheeling from sight above the bankside’s wrinkled tension Water flows And parts, billowing mud with each thrust of the salvage man’s pole Farther out, […]

Forbidden Fruit (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 23 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    Forbidden Fruit   Reincarnate from a molting-pod, as you were a jacket folding into its own hood, a chrysalis peeling an old pied skin then ratchet ratchet like a whalebone corset Worked up from the foot, past the hips Hung by the nervy grip of the brainstem Here you have crown and root […]

Battlefront: part four

Posted by ractrose on 22 Oct 2017 in Fiction, Novels

A Figure from the Common Lot Battlefront (four)         Dupuy looked straight ahead, lacking words to extenuate Gremot, or unable to choose from among so many words. Aubermont was not Dupuy’s own commanding officer, and though Dupuy had never failed in his duty as a soldier, he saw here a maneuverable gap, […]

Night Bird (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 20 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    Night Bird   Are you only flying for a season, night bird The owl’s talon in the gloaming takes you And the rat’s wary eye sees a feather Fall by moonlight as he noses through A quart jar’s broken neck This to a stumbling knee is bloody tragedy But who grubs away at […]

It Spoke of Its Broken Bones (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    It Spoke of Its Broken Bones   The language master tracing lines of typeface with his finger The bronze smith’s Victory and Lamentation Her strength in dry dirt bordered with Black shadow All bedlam courses past She lights her wings unfurl With an odor of things suspended Warm stalls imbued with reverent thought […]

Battlefront: part three

Posted by ractrose on 15 Oct 2017 in Fiction, Novels

A Figure from the Common Lot Battlefront (three)         Three men, uniformed, sat watching the byplay between Gouin and Tweedloe; and Gouin, seeing them lift their heads, lifted his chin. With a quelling air of duty, he jerked his shoulder from the finger Tweedloe rested there. Disregarding protocol both social and military, […]

Sheila What’s Happening to Us (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 12 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    Sheila What’s Happening to Us   …the mystery is how they’re getting in Like a pod-born infection of the country’s youth One day your daughter is perfect and wears a dress Joins Mom and Dad at the breakfast table Spoons her oatmeal, studies for a test One day a hippie cat with a […]

Chum (poem): from The Nutshell Hatches

Posted by ractrose on 9 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    Chum   Will you be my chum Sink with me under the bubbling swell Or take your hacksaw to the cable Release the weight of me That binds you Still We are side by side   Keep the pear tree, lose the partridge Keep the gold rings, sack the servants Forecast for your […]

Battlefront: part two

Posted by ractrose on 8 Oct 2017 in Fiction, Novels

A Figure from the Common Lot Battlefront (two)         Half the rumors, that burst audibly amid guffaws, were only the product of the same bantering Honoré had endured on the train. They had orders to return to Paris, they had better start, then…pushing the cars back to Reims. No one had thought […]