Torsade Literary Space 
My Blog Week: January 12 to January 18
All the Latest from Torsade! Two episodes of “Fellyans”, introducing a neighbor’s troubled household. A Bedlam, with reason for a long drive and private talk. An Eight poem, from the Eightfold Path arc. […]
Story: Drownings (part five)
Drownings (part five) Mrs. Blaney, her hair in barrettes, and not one to rise from her chair, gave McAlley the downturned mouth of prior knowledge—the expectation this Mr. Swan would possess his share of it, and that there was little to be done. “There’s just been a call in, […]
The City (poem)
The City From a tower eye, an orange-red van Bread loaf squat Windscreen a picture, the day’s spattering weather Wiped in an arc to mimic the arena’s design That municipal failure condemning the horizon The van amid trucks that glitter with a gun-barrel coat, hundreds of white sedans bought off […]
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 […]
