Torsade Literary Space Now to Steal (poem)
Now to Steal His legatees can’t feel In the moment they are disowned Can’t themselves waste-binned A thread of white tape unwound from the screws A stain sinking iron back to intimacy For a heaven’s afternoon in unfilled pockets Of its first home There has only been A daughter’s daughter […]
The Resident (part eight)
Chapter One Dark Paneling (continued) “I’m roundabout,” Aura was saying, “but the Crew College is where the staff trains, at Maple Hill. For Maple Hill, I guess… They have hospitality courses open to the public. Acervillas is a huge resort firm. Two point nine billion funding.” “Really?” “I don’t know […]
Away Like Dust (poem)
Away Like Dust Several announcements that the hour was at hand were backburnered, the dare administered had been not to face down a seasonal inflatable but to let the season pass with a period as advertisements give ample warning to contemplate on a sofa safety or safely…doing something… It seems unnecessary […]
Eight: Queen’s Knight (poem)
Queen’s Knight Be your own hero, she saw an ad say Spritz gardenia musk in the eyes of a killer guerilla fighter be the windmill and the tilter the girl of his dreams and the til we meet again she twines a curl of hair Are old selves bomb shelters, follicular minefields… […]
Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part fifty-seven)
Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part fifty-seven) Chapter Fourteen Council of War “You may stay in your rooms, if you like.” At her husband’s side, the two of them unfollowed by servants and competing over pace, Giovanna thought of retorts. […]
My Blog Week: July 17 to July 23
All the Latest from Torsade! On Tuesday, “The Tambinder Engine”, Deenie’s first encounter with the Gaia Chapel, and with McAlley. On Wednesday, a poem reissue from Rattus, “Oracle”. Friday, The Mirrors, and the view of events from the spirit side. Saturday, Catastrophe, […]
Catastrophe (twenty-eight)
Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (part twenty-eight) And we will linger no longer, discussing the improbable, the screamingly impossible. For me Auguste Sybaris produced, simply, the impression of a pillager surprised by fire, at work on a bit of premature safecracking. He […]
The Mirrors (part ten)
The Mirrors (part ten) Charmante stooped for the angel, its porcelain, for all the bustle of its recent life, unharmed. The moth’s remains she brushed off above the waste can. She could dare one more question. Too many would be too much out of order, plain nosiness. And as to her […]
Oracle (poem)
Oracle Be ossuary of the boneyard Be statuary of the arcade Stealing tale-bearing, stop Freeze in relief but soft Catwalk over the under with stealthful feet An icicling drip of sewer fat Piles on the pit of the catacomb That underpinning of the street A caryatid hefts upon her head entablature […]