Fellyans (conclusion)

      Fellyans (part eight)   “Who is having lunch, by now?” Jorinda said. “Is it only us?” “The elf said he wouldn’t.” “And Coral? If Alma were here, I’d be curious to know,” she raised her voice, “why the kitchen is empty, and the stew seems vanished, and my good copper kettle…” With […]

Haunt of Thieves: War-Making (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 26 Nov 2022 in Art, Poems

      War-Making   The blue soldier’s tunic Dangles a last brass button as though the gamble Of trade advances nothing where an unhoused man can look able to shift a pallet of brick, he commands the only currency And pallid sick, blue in the face with sunken chest Breeds invitation to a potshot […]