Torsade Literary Space 
Story: Tourmaline (part three)
Tourmaline (part three) That anyone would speak or shout, that any of these colorless bodies clad from the rag bin would uncouple from the train and lose their place…meant, of course, that they had all lost their places. Meters ahead, out of sight but screaming, someone found herself not next, […]
My Blog Week: November 10 to November 16
All the Latest from Torsade! A Totem, with the ships approaching the Alëenon shore. A Yoharie, with Val confronted by Hibbler. A Bedlam, with Lawrence helping Richard care for their father, a little. […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred ninety-five)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Eight Things Relative (part one hundred ninety-five) Conniption was disqualified. He was not a nag, entered on a whim by a farmwife—billed Mrs. Ellen Miller, not known to Cookesville regulars. He was Ketchasketchcan, a horse so […]
The Totem-Maker (part sixty-six)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven Winter Alone (part sixty-six) I gave my floors a thorough sweeping. Cuerpha could circle the yard for this warm day or two, and sleep in his stall. When sunset was done, I dozed, wondering if I ought to pursue […]
Burrows (poem)
burrows you might not know that you are in the world how strange when the surviving race skates through the cleaner tunnels At least in darkness, the mind populates them, in this way, the rolling sliding sounds above not heedless trains of trash-filled bins or plotters sealing you in And […]
The Totem-Maker (part sixty-five)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven Winter Alone (part sixty-five) Knowing more, I wasted nothing on self-blame for what I had not known. I opened the door to the yard…and surprise; I shed my scarf to a gentle air of spring. Then rounding the corner, […]
My Blog Week: November 3 to November 9
All the Latest from Torsade! Two Bedlams, with Richard catching up on Cookesville news, and seeing the tardy appearance of his brother. A “Tambinder”, with Deenie entering her own house under protection. A “Resident”, with John’s memories taking […]
My Blog Week: October 27 to November 2
All the Latest from Torsade! A Bedlam, with Richard frying eggs for breakfast. Two Totems, a fable partly told, and a new shore reached. My Blog Week: October 27 to November 2 […]
Her Bid for Freedom (poem)
Her Bid for Freedom She could never bear to be herself Dressed in a red coat, dandyish, a cynosure “People stare.” These words were for the angel at her side Known by puckering air, a fragmented hair’s-width or garment’s hem One enveloping unseen form That moves through leaves and makes […]
Story: Tourmaline (part two)
Tourmaline (part two) He felt, for the first time with Palma, unconciliating. She had left him here with dehydrated cheese, tins labeled meat product, raisins, and sour, spoiled fruit drink. He was tipping in the window and breaking icicles for water, hoping they were dusted with corpses and ruin, that […]