Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker: The Recalcitrant One (part one)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven The Recalcitrant One (part one) Twice more before the spring, the winds came and thawed my garden. They had a name, these amiable winds, but my guest had not made me know it. As Balbaec to him, the sound of the word conjured nothing memorable in my […]
That You Love (poem)
That You Love I mean nothing. I said nothing… Now I’m stuck having to explain the reason Reason, little bunny, love is gutter-dredge, not heritage Well, the way you fetishize the phrase who cares There’s no legitimacy when you’re crafting dolls Tough break you’re croaking on your pond You salivate at […]
The Impresario (part twenty-six)
The Impresario Part Twenty-Six “You will appreciate my dilemma.” The Bishop says this to the wax-man He has been pleased to find this one have Latin For without the prompting of these matters grave Had of his own to doubt the Friar Gaspard Ought so to be relied on, with regard […]
Madam Black Widow (poem)
Madam Black Widow I have three things to do Just in the course of a brief review I can smell their error They forget they’ve left the trash bags here They forget that I can spray the door (I have an enemy who lives out there) They forget that I can scratch […]
My Blog Week: January 19 to January 25
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week The Very, Very Sad Story “…in those shrunken fragments of its greatness, lawyers lie like maggots in nuts.” Charles Dickens, Bleak House, 1853 That […]
Yoharie: What It Takes to Fly (part three)
Yoharie What It Takes to Fly (part three) Eleven days. Eleven days and you’re dead. Her rotten little sister had texted her this. True, she had one thousand dollars on a debit card, untouched. Tomorrow it would be. She’d got early cash for turning eighteen…from Mom and Dad, […]
Mr. Boots Has Fleas (poem)
Mr. Boots Has Fleas The first bite is the one that itches Generalissima Flea says, “Sisters, keep your back low, it’s a war zone. Jump! Hold your column, single file. Make for the summit. The summit! Where the blood flows warm. Some of you will be swallowed by the cat, and […]
The Totem-Maker: Use for Use (part six)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Six Use for Use (part six) My patron, not in the least unforthcoming, sat giving me nods, smiles, speaking syllables of agreement. I excused myself to the yard to fetch my pony, finding the trader’s arrows had landed him two hares. They hung by the feet […]