Torsade Literary Space Yoharie: Jeremiah (part one)
Yoharie Jeremiah (part one) “Yeah, Beatty, come on.” Savannah, aged ten, had been so keen on having an Australian Shepherd. Hibbler remembered searching with Kate online for a place they could drive to, open on a Saturday. Take the girls…don’t take them. “It has to be both their dog.” […]
Investigation (poem)
Investigation Think of a reasonable start Think of property Attribute Value or character Kernel, bare-bones truth Pith, intrinsic worth, the molten core The heart of gold, the nut Diamond in the rough The call, the mission, cause Awakening The deaf, the empty vessel, cabbage head The beckoning dead, the comfortably seated And […]
Old World Diplomacy: Inimical (episode seventeen)
Inimical Chapter 8 Old World Diplomacy (episode seventeen) Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking? Mad or well advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised! The Comedy of Errors William Shakespeare April 27, 1937. Kneussl seldom visited his club […]
My Blog Week: Feb 18 to Feb 24
All the Latest from Torsade! This week, Book Two of A Figure from the Common Lot began, changing the scene to Cookesville, Indiana, and the centennial year of 1876. Monday’s Inimical concluded Chapter 6, in which Doris gets inspired, and Greta tries […]
Jerome: part two
A Figure from the Common Lot Jerome (part two) He had beckoned to the attendant…one of the wonderful luxuries with which the American Pullman car was appointed; and speaking low, had made his request: “You will please deliver this to the gentleman, there, whose voice we have been hearing.” He […]
Poison in the Marrow: Tenth Pale Knight
The Folly The Legend of the Pale Knight Poison in the Marrow Now Trout had had an aunt A woman inculcated with a fair education Of course, one mustn’t laugh No. There, but for the grace of… She’d spoken of burning one’s Rubicons behind one He feels, coming to himself, […]
Are You Haunted (conclusion)
Are You Haunted (conclusion) “The truth is, Miss Gilshannon…” Summers had parked on Washington. As he held the door for Isobel, he explained, throwing ahead a pointing finger, “I went up the way, over to Sycamore, that little street off Canal. The Keegans live in the first house, just at […]
Alarm-Posts and Signal-Posts: (episode sixteen)
Inimical Chapter 7 Alarm-Posts and Signal-Posts (episode sixteen) “Top-off, Half-gone,” murmured the mouse. “They are such curious names, I cannot but wonder at them.” “That’s because you are always sitting at home,” said the cat, “in your little gray frock and hairy tail, never seeing the world, […]
Free for All: Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction Free for All Suzette, who was going to teach her how to sell lip gloss, nail polish, body cream—H.E.N., the name of the line (it had a meaning, feminist sardonic, and then it had another meaning: Health, Energy, Nature)—had a drawing-in-of-the-lips habit. She had long, impractical fingernails. She’d […]
Totem: The Little I Can Tell (part three)
The Totem-Maker The Little I Can Tell (part three) I was as tall, at length, as the elders. By now our town had doubled in size, from the enclave in which I’d lived alone with the priests, and the woman once my mistress; it had doubled again and again. […]