All Bedlam Courses Past (part three)

          All Bedlam Courses Past   Chapter One The Peculiar Nature of Logical Science (part three)     There had been no thought of acknowledging that insanity troubled the county. The first asylum was a barracks, plain brick, painted white; no cellars, nor no attic…a rank of dreary windows, insistent in […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two)

          All Bedlam Courses Past   Chapter One The Peculiar Nature of Logical Science (part two)     Ebrach moved off the walk. He picked up speed, and his gait, his breathing possibly, the rustle of his clothes, his scent…this, Kempf said to himself, very possible… Alerted her. She turned to […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part one)

      This week I begin posting the draft of a new novel, the sequel to A Figure from the Common Lot (no longer on the blog because it’s going through a major edit).             All Bedlam Courses Past   Chapter One The Peculiar Nature of Logical Science   […]

My Blog Week: January 8 to January 14

All the Latest from Torsade!                                     On Tuesday, a poem reissue from The Poor Belabored Beast, “Where Fashion Sits”. On Wedneday, The Mirrors. and a part of Carolee’s story. On Friday, a new segment of Catastrophe, with more […]

Catastrophe (part forty)

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (part forty)                               XXV A conversation with former deputy M. Duquesnay   An explanation of the phenomenon. And again, politics…     M. Duquesnay is the deputy not reelected from Fort-de-France. He could not […]

The Mirrors (part thirty-two)

      The Mirrors (part thirty-two)           xvi.     Carolee had studied business composition and etiquette, shorthand and typewriting, at a junior college in the city. Permitted to live in the dorm there, feeling not normal, not social among the girls. Never a fit with the normal, because she […]

Where Fashion Sits (poem)

      Where Fashion Sits   Are you the larval worm in the larder Every feathered pillow has this unseen delver You feel yourself layered in tissue paper Your rat’s race a peristaltic ripple of waxy flesh Your crackling head a pin The glue has brittled in the way of yellowed cellophane The leather […]

My Blog Week: January 1 to January 7

All the Latest from Torsade!                                     On Monday, December 26 and Monday, January 2, two episodes of The Mirrors seen through Charleton’s eyes. On Tuesday, a poem reissue, “Explication”; on Thursday, another, from Haunt of Thieves, “Charity”. Friday, […]

The Totem-Maker: A Mother or a Father (part nine)

The Totem-Maker Chapter Eleven A Mother or a Father (part nine)             Returned to my room, I emptied totems, emptied other toys and games, onto my table. They were my trade’s tricks, mostly failed. I peered at my candle, thought with seriousness of setting the floorcloth afire. Give up, Nur-Elom. […]

Charity (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 6 Jan 2023 in Poems

      Charity   The camp takes all the rising ground On the delta’s city side Driftwood split, stakes driven in and roped paper and cloth of every color, every kind partition quarters curtain sleepers Hard-faced pounding builders making use of time New shelters in construction catching wind like kites Fortress blocks dragged up […]