Confidante: Fourth Wake

Posted by ractrose on 27 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake         Confidante   Travel, if that were the cause of it A career of amputating limbs…a bent Towards a ruthless, curious, yearning to experiment Perhaps an inclination when he spoke Of all humanity’s being one To place himself outside of it Howitt, the only friend I’d known […]

Turtle Island (part two)

Posted by ractrose on 26 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

      Turtle Island   ii.   The cavern wastes its vapors, offerings here Sacrifices to the god of Secret Dealings Far from the watchful eye of Nemesis Not so far she doesn’t see But the leg-bone in its trouser clad Snagged on a thrust of rock Separated from an old indentured torso But […]

Totem: To Be and to Choose (part four)

Posted by ractrose on 24 Nov 2018 in Fiction, Novels

The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part four)             “Now he who is challenged may see fit to decline. If it be entered into the record that he has answered no, this is the same as to forfeit the right of dispute. Whatever is charged against him […]

Surgeon to the Bowfin: Third Wake

Posted by ractrose on 23 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake         Surgeon to the Bowfin   ‘I am a respectable woman. Inspector, I still feel myself at sixes and sevens. I believe I took the greater shock today.’ ‘Now, madam, I hope you’ve thought of it— The assailant could well have cast aside those letters.’ She tells […]

King of Chaos: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

      King of Chaos   The recruitment sheds are manned Each by a bobbing puppet on a stick Tittering in death’s head greasepaint Shanty coffins banged at Gothic angles, these Painted black, a bloated joke A train scores the hill, a parade float Straddled by some nameless King of Chaos Loitered on, by […]

Bon Marché: Second Wake

Posted by ractrose on 16 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake         Bon Marché   What makes a thing grow to a torment Not a thing, Wake tells himself. He has fallen prey The succubus has dealt him night for day. The Queen’s Road constable falls in beside him. ‘Fine evening, sir.’ ‘How,” says Wake, rigid, and refusing […]

Older in Their Wisdom: German Spy (eleven)

Posted by ractrose on 14 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly The German Spy         Older in Their Wisdom   Hearing, Falco would have said, or if insightful, so might say, a million other Falcos… Would have said, he means to say, it’s odd…more than you’d think. More odd, good sirs, more altogether. Yes, point of fact, done and […]

Charity: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 12 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

      Charity   The camp takes all the rising ground On the delta’s city side Driftwood split, stakes driven in and roped paper and cloth of every color, every kind partition quarters curtain sleepers Hard-faced pounding builders making use of time New shelters in construction catching wind like kites Fortress blocks dragged up […]

The Regent’s Bastard’s Grandson: First Wake

Posted by ractrose on 10 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake         The Regent’s Bastard’s Grandson   And what do they keep in their reticules It has been his job to make them give these over This post a vulgar let-down, but Wake earns enough to keep the rent up While these holidaymakers, these thieves of the Queen’s […]

Let Them Go: Ninth Calmacott

Posted by ractrose on 9 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Calmacott’s Brother         Let Them Go   ‘How does your mother do?’ Henry’s mind’s eye flashes him a slender shaft Of sun, a halo of blue sky, some other sense raises with a vividness that flicks him on the raw A smell of pipe tobacco and horse stall […]