Torsade Literary Space 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 […]