Torsade Literary Space The Lay of the Land: Fourth Tattersby
The Folly Tattersby The Lay of the Land ‘I imagine…I will not say admit…the possibility of cordial relations— You see what he’s done here.’ The tenant of Wisham’s Hill Cottage has got the field-gate closed to traffic For good, more or less…for the time being Put a sinister […]
Swallowtail: Third Tattersby
The Folly Tattersby Swallowtail You’ve never sat, doing your work …if you had been me, on a stool upstairs Made dumb by the green walls of Lippard’s laboratory Looking down, as directed, through the lens at the wing he’d razored along the vein Some of the colours are […]
A Conduit: Second Tattersby
The Folly Tattersby A Conduit On this day when fire could not be thought of A sooty pall stains stucco shaded by the mantelpiece But under this Winks a brilliant blue and does persistently …this Morse Code going on since yesterday Refusing glances dart away And none feels […]
She Foundered: Eighth Wake
The Folly Wake She Foundered So it may have been, that the sinking of the Bowfin Reported late, this news carried home By the merchantman Ceylon, in ’87, the year of the hurricane— Some said the men were mostly saved Taken up By the hundred boats of the […]
Be Merry 2018
Followers, readers, casual browsers, Season’s Greetings! In 2019, Torsade Literary Space, which started life humbly as Stephanie’s Blog, will be five years old. Lots of goodness has been stocked in its pages since that beginning. I want to thank everyone who has stopped by, everyone who gets some enjoyment from my work…that’s why I […]
Yoharie: Neighborhood Watch (part six)
Yoharie Neighborhood Watch (part six) “I’m busy. Sit down over there.” And more friendly, looking over his shoulder. “Get you in a minute, bud.” Hibbler would sit, and maybe there’d be a printout, or a magazine, or a newspaper with a can of beer, that when he picked it […]
The Depth: Seventh Wake
The Folly Wake The Depth It was Farringate, the city magistrate, who had thought of his old colleague, Mr. Moss. Wake had come along (by private car) docilely enough. We shut him in a room, there, at Abbothurst Farm. I think it is nothing—that is, I do […]
Amygdala (poem)
Amygdala Crab work In a dark inhuman light Now standing with averted eyes ushering this treading foot squelch on the blue-taped snaking cable A worker in a tie-on vest clamps and hoists the car pending the revolution A woman and her elderly mother don’t suspect They will ride the spider They […]
Yoharie: Neighborhood Watch (part five)
Yoharie Neighborhood Watch (part five) These steps, plain habit took him through. He looked, as he walked his beat, for new ideas, ones that could shed a forgiving light on the burden of his theme. Hibbler’s parade of memories, trodden out as he checked one side of the street, […]
Fill It Up Again (poem)
Fill It Up Again Your climbing crowds you in In the way your legs jam with kin into a record-smashing Replication of nature’s law for Forcing symmetry on monocellular things Neither can you break into wing, or sink The inside of this bucket wasn’t meant To galvanize your dancing eyes With […]