Torsade Literary Space Refuge of Scoundrels (poem)
Refuge of Scoundrels I am fidelity locked in the shell Of a barnacle, no bounding sea shall Pry me from the pier The pier itself then topple in the tempest And there, still for the hell of me, until the bout’s end bell I clamp on like a manacle, like a […]
What Would I Do (poem)
What Would I Do I, what would I You’ve come to such a jaded heart Asking participation Modern in your diction saying Join the conversation You talk of people in their shells But watch them leave the trenches Watch them start and dart the salvo Find they’ve grown the legs of […]