Torsade Literary Space 
Story: Tourmaline (part four)
Tourmaline (part four) The first woman was telling him a story, chattering as they climbed the hill (the old man and his younger daughter had got ahead, and seemed to be leading Anton to his own house). He couldn’t listen for agitation. Her father had taught the peninsula’s tribal language. […]
The Totem-Maker (part sixty-eight)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven Winter Alone (part sixty-eight) I had not made up my mind the next morning. Fine weather meant putting my work table to use; and were I to create a useful thing, I must think of what. By the rules, […]
The Totem-Maker (part sixty-seven)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Seven Winter Alone (part sixty-seven) I thought they were a league distant. I made out the red in their clothing, in blankets over the haunches of their plodding horses. I felt braced by tension as I waited my first duty, […]
Right Effort (poem)
Right Effort The easiest job is Go, move, try The hardest easiest job is Fail, lose, retrace The trap we make Is a hero’s narrative The underdog undertakes Endeavor The person, rather Who is tying shoes, is tying shoes Who is picking up what will be tossed again is picking […]
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, […]
