Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker: The Citadel (part seven)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Ten The Citadel (part seven) My quarters were unremarkable. After my stay at the fortress of Lord Ei, I was versed in these eastern styles, where screens served for moveable walls, and woven pictorials were more often the shelter from drafts, than the skins we used at […]
My Blog Week: August 22 to August 28
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Helpful Friends, part two One of the principles of product-free gardening (which is not simply organic, but zero pesticide, herbicide, etc.) is that you […]
Mathilde Alanic: Shine! (part fifty-two)
Mathilde Alanic Shine! (part fifty-two) iv. A fine rain, that lasted through the morning, dampened the woods next day. Patrice had not left the house. Ushered by Marie-Jeanne, Annie found him in the library, stretched in […]
Hammersmith: Chickens in a Mood to Roost (chapter twenty-six)
Hammersmith Chapter Twenty-Six Chickens in a Mood to Roost An unusual sight greeted Minnie and Shaw, as they strolled onto Hammersmith’s Main Street. Not that either newcomer could know it. A family-sized carriage, one confiding wealth, stood before the Main Street Hotel, its brass lamps gleaming, their glass […]
Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part thirty-four)
Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part thirty-four) A light bobbed through the window. Andreas turned onto his stomach, and slipped to the floor. But outdoors he saw only a dark shape, glimpses of earth and a robed man’s midsection, as the lantern was raised and […]
A Sleep (poem)
A Sleep The end of ability infected conductors who let the trains roll cumbered to catch fire dragging bodies The end of ability infected farmers who harrowed into highway tar and streambeds until the ragged tires tore to the rims and the machines upended The end of ability infected caretakers who […]
My Blog Week: August 15 to August 21
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Helpful Friends If we were not leaving Afghanistan, what would we be doing? Staying, presumably, and with identical fruitlessness. Or, we could ask, in […]