Torsade Literary Space 
Story: Drownings (part four)
Drownings (part four) Faia strode next to him, both aware of the woman’s complaint. “I swear to god! Me! I am not in this,” she was saying, and the tiny dink that followed was the card, binned. They descended to the water, cleared a gap baffled by rolls of […]
The Tick of a Second Hand (poem)
The Tick of a Second Hand The landing gear came down And a long becalming slick Smothered the water in a broadening swath that rose at the interstice of sun and sea Vaporing in blue Fell from the rigored bird beast that in its throes shuddered and upraised its nose […]
blindingly (poem)
blindingly who looked back in hindsight and found the vista blank unable to imagine bending time to shop the 1960s Christmas Come a better-raised child, bright to the dawn of December 31, 1999 The imperatives to stray a little farther on or in memory alone, in mind Go back, in a […]
The Totem-Maker (part eighty-three)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Nine The Recalcitrant One (part eighty-three) Draw up your fellows, I said to it. That much you can do. Mornings I went to that spot in my garden, as every sunrise brought change. I left my doorstone still braiding my […]
Story: Drownings (part three)
Drownings (part three) McAlley tested the integrity of the earth, found the river’s edge would hold, stooped a second time. The posture reminded him. “See this, Faia. ID, Bitterroot Cooperative. What sort of place, do you suppose?” “Hiking gear? Herbals…? Her guesses were bored. He could sense her chin […]
Story: Drownings (part two)
Drownings (part two) The bank along the riverwalk was reinforced with cemetery detritus, gravestones slabbed together. Thrusting from sludge you saw a brass orb or the planes of an obelisk, the very tip of a wing. It had been decided the dead must go, unentitled to occupy the city’s […]
Story: Drownings (part one)
Drownings (part one) While the world was buying nothing, and working at nothing, the city underwent its heart-rot. Apartment houses ceased to cohere. Not in respect of fellowship, the residents still and always pleased to avoid each other. But the bricks and beams themselves, consequent to a spiraling, so […]
Are You Haunted (part twenty-six)
Are You Haunted (part twenty-six) He was in the middle this time, a paper bag in one hand, his other on an ice chest, steadying it over his knees and Isobel’s. “You go out the back, and take your things.” Mrs. Lessing, loud at him, when […]
Are You Haunted (part twenty-five)
Are You Haunted (part twenty-five) Mrs. Lessing sat on a piano bench. The piano was there, too, in a dark spot by the window drapes. Powell felt a look askance tighten his neck, but held to the study of his dinner roll, his hand sopping gravy. […]
Are You Haunted (part twenty-four)
Are You Haunted (part twenty-four) Tovey was slick and aromatic as the day before. He wore the same suit. He augmented his remark with a pinkie, spat tobacco into his teacup, spread himself across the middle of the settee—and having used his grandmother’s china for a […]