Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker: A Mother or a Father (part eight)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Eleven A Mother or a Father (part eight) “Egdoah, tell our soldiers your stories, of the Great Fire, and the passing of the Greyclad.” I gave my flute to Suz. “Yours now! It is an easy instrument to learn. Enchant them.” These directives I spoke while […]
Gravity Hold the Moon (poem)
Gravity Hold the Moon Gravity hold the moon Being that we haven’t drowned ourselves We haven’t known If the shift and sway of a fatter sea Would jolt the center Miscalculate our science And cast you free We fly away with our celestial tin cup To learn whether some other moon […]