Torsade Literary Space Field Marks (poem)
Field Marks What makes the clannist rich though he cries poor He never chooses his pleasures but enjoys them all His lustful wish is to be begged for help And refuse it She hears a crunch of shoes, a tuneless tune A male whistle. Those things, like coughs, can be […]
The Mirrors (part twenty-eight)
The Mirrors (part twenty-eight) “I was thinking of Carolee. I can’t interview her.” “Hmm…maybe you can. But ask me first.” “I wonder about Charleton. If he was depressed over the work, felt coerced, Old Dumain would have been gleeful… It’s a funny word, I guess. But gleeful, making his grandson do […]
My Blog Week: November 27 to December 3
All the Latest from Torsade! Covid, for me, turns out to be low-grade and persistent. It started last Saturday and hasn’t substantially changed. I’ve had little bouts of chest coughs, and a kind of simmering heat that […]
Catastrophe (part thirty-nine)
Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (part thirty-nine) They even itemized their facts: They said that for the common man, meaning the factory owner pressured by the weekly wage, the Bank’s new management did not accept his documentation, his receipts of deposit; the […]
The Mirrors (part twenty-seven)
The Mirrors (part twenty-seven) The garden went downhill, the mildest of slopes, a few feet of earth once dug from a field and carried by flatboat, wheelbarrowed load by load, packed to bear the weight of the Roback manse. Around the corner, a line of windows showed cellars below ground. Or […]
The Folly: Llewellyn at Home (poem)
Readers, I’ve been going through what seems a touch of covid, and not getting much work done (I feel pretty well overall, though, no worries). Here’s an episode from The Folly, worth a reissue. The Folly Battle Stations Llewellyn at Home Colonel Llewellyn keeps visitors to Chequerstone, […]
Wrong Again (poem)
Wrong Again This was better, more sensitive. But so much silence in his conversation-mate Must be a warning. “I’ve learned not to apologize.” He thought, Why me? A line of inquiry that promised to go badly. “You’ve learned not to apologize,” she said. The topic seemed to want a change of […]
Tired of Yourself (poem)
Tired of Yourself I think you get tired of yourself If you don’t, start The tea leaves haven’t got a plan to let you know You know it’s nothing to a tea leaf Patterning itself in broken flecks of hope Likelier having a cosmic joke Nothing to the flight of birds […]