Torsade Literary Space 
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred ninety-eight)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Eight Things Relative (part one hundred ninety-eight) “He was married in her parish…in my opinion, because the women in Huy knew him. Under a dispensation, which possibly means he wasn’t a baptized Catholic.” “Ah.” A voice, […]
My Blog Week: November 17 to November 23
All the Latest from Torsade! Four episodes of Bedlam, with a visit to the sickbed by Lawrence, and Richard’s bored perusing of temperance magazines. A poem from the “Jumping Off” series. My Blog […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred ninety-seven)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Eight Things Relative (part one hundred ninety-seven) Owen returned his intelligence. Phelan was in his room, had eaten there, had asked nothing about anything: not the whereabouts of Crownhaven, not the temper of Miss Gremot (“A […]
The Totem-Maker (part sixty-nine)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven Winter Alone (part sixty-nine) I slept a first night with them in my house…slept to excess, the honey drink to blame. Sorry for my hurting arm, I had swallowed three more draughts. I woke not having dreamed or thought […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred ninety-six)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Eight Things Relative (part one hundred ninety-six) Not wanting a cat in the house and not caring for dogs, she had ended up with vermin—as a neighbor had buttonholed Papa over. “Mice, one after another in […]
Story: Tourmaline (part five)
Tourmaline (part five) The Hidtha seemed all to have become militarized and modern. They were seen in green fatigues, black berets, yellow insignia. But Anton had nothing to do in the evenings. He might learn Swisshelm’s code, if remembering any of Swisshelm’s conversation. Or he might find the phrases underlined. […]
Story: Tourmaline (part four)
Tourmaline (part four) The first woman was telling him a story, chattering as they climbed the hill (the old man and his younger daughter had got ahead, and seemed to be leading Anton to his own house). He couldn’t listen for agitation. Her father had taught the peninsula’s tribal language. […]
The Totem-Maker (part sixty-eight)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven Winter Alone (part sixty-eight) I had not made up my mind the next morning. Fine weather meant putting my work table to use; and were I to create a useful thing, I must think of what. By the rules, […]
The Totem-Maker (part sixty-seven)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven Winter Alone (part sixty-seven) I thought they were a league distant. I made out the red in their clothing, in blankets over the haunches of their plodding horses. I felt braced by tension as I waited my first duty, […]
Right Effort (poem)
Right Effort The easiest job is Go, move, try The hardest easiest job is Fail, lose, retrace The trap we make Is a hero’s narrative The underdog undertakes Endeavor The person, rather Who is tying shoes, is tying shoes Who is picking up what will be tossed again is picking […]