The Mirrors (part nineteen)

The Mirrors (part nineteen)

      The Mirrors (part nineteen)     She was getting places, not yet arriving. “We were married thirteen years. We were together nine. We had a pretense I would go up to Chicago, when he got himself settled. William, my father was Dr. Bonheur. You must have heard of him.” He started an […]

Charles Monselet: Cursed Money (part four)

        Charles Monselet Cursed Money 1863           Chapter Two   The Last of the Plougastel     Nothing prevents our following the representative of Pomard, Issakof and Co., Constantinople, the man in the royal blue hat. Leaving the bookseller Jorry’s, he directed his long strides towards the gates […]

My Blog Week: September 25 to October 1

All the Latest from Torsade!                                       On Monday, The Mirrors, with a sudden need to remove Mr. Carmine. Wednesday, “Heckler”, the character warming up to a role. Friday, a new episode of The Sword Decides!, and a […]

Catastrophe (part thirty-three)

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (thirty-three)                       The 21st, the crater still smokes a great deal. The 22nd, the mission departs and works as usual. We recognize, as was announced by the Suchet, that the city has changed in appearance. This time, the […]

Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part fifty-eight)

Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part fifty-eight)                     The messenger took a bench under a shutter. His shoulders heaved with a long-drawn breath. “Matteo,” Giovanna said. “We begin with an invocation,” murmured Jean, archbishop of Naples. “Monsieur, do.” The bishop spoke the names of all the […]

Heckler (part two)

Heckler (part two)

      Heckler (part two)     You’re guessing I didn’t like the sound of this? No shit, but…working for Delaney is like this. You do good, he gives you more jobs. You say no to a job, maybe he’ll call you. To hand out coupons on the street, dressed like a Thanksgiving turkey. […]

The Mirrors (part eighteen)

      The Mirrors (part eighteen)     “And when you were hired, you were only to come in as far as the lower hall, and the cellar stairs?” “They had the house shut up. Nothing to do with me.” “But.” “See, you all out there, maybe you never got to hear things. You […]

My Blog Week: September 18 to September 24

All the Latest from Torsade!                                       On Monday, The Mirrors, with Charmante envisioning a plan. Thursday and Friday, two poems from The Poor Belabored Beast. I worked on a number of things this past week, but they […]

Cenotaph (poem)

      Cenotaph   The undertone and halftone of every shadow lead the eye astray Your bread has taken on a grey hue Your milk and eggs Your shirt and shoes Like clouds against the greyer backdrop of the grey sky   Offset softly not too harshly Whatever the ground contains lives here indifferent […]

Thank You Not (poem)

      Thank You Not   As many times as they came round with the syringe Offering again―the words they used―relief from pain He had refused “Pain I can bear,” he told them “But I will always be here.” Escorted to his granddaughter’s arm She, peeling free magenta roses and her handbag’s strap glued […]