Torsade Literary Space Infinite Fall (poem)
Infinite Fall When a right hand chooses wrong Just this Tick of the clock packed in dry ice Your trigger finger hangs, a tic decides What you’ve done, agreeing with advice What you were a minute past Just that What you are carved on your headstone Name, digitoria of birth and […]
Eight: Heroic Courage
Heroic Courage What it is is dying that, but… if a moment comes you take them with your mouth shut, both Respectfully, no… Both torture and release No. I don’t think a hero can rescue a hero No, you’re half right, never boast, I’m saying Dying may not be requisite However, […]
A Faint Hint (poem)
A Faint Hint Her view, behind a curtain of cobweb was of teeshirt-wearers tromping, a show of courage talking overloud. The girl of them shrieked. The player of ghost wished girls would not. One customer would dare it, soon Sooner if she wriggled her wig and shawl How lame, the actor […]
Any Random
Any Random Bats that came with the house Obvious, it seems to you, their mouselike Bodies dig and ratchet, gain rabid access Ogle sonically the misfit window frame Nighttime when in helpless longitude you dream Fang at you under the hairline leaving an itch Beads of foam string from your mouth […]
Bride to Be (part sixteen)
Bride to Be (part sixteen) King and Queen, Alderic and Tamarilde Eyes in the brisk wind tearing But jaws in defiance of weak hearts clenched, the two surveying The grey and brown and yellow-gold, the blue blue sky the empty land ungiving He kissed his first son’s head and drew her […]
Until the Last’s Returning
The Folly Battle Stations Until the Last’s Returning He waits along the quay, mood agity, wandered well away From sheltered benches where a better class Than Dougal counts himself…city sorts, on holiday Able to have loose ends and weekends to their lives Booked today not […]
An Encounter (poem)
An Encounter Memory teaches us data contours the planet We thought we had minds of our own and there In fiber and grit, in fountaining microbeads Unwanted papers sticking to our hands Things that mix themselves among the needed Photoprint generic family members with the better smiles Of thinner people Alba […]
Eight: King’s Knight (poem)
King’s Knight A yellow shirt. A sardine sandwich. King asks, that any good…stinky little fish, with the bones? Have a bite. There’s a couple things wrong with that idea. Y. Murray nods. He exhales the whole of his lunch, mustard, fish, rye, onion rings By the way, King says, you dress […]
Lie of a Lucky Meeting
lie of a lucky meeting when the banqueters were invited to the theatre the room reminiscent in décor wallboard smoked-white studded each six feet with phone jacks cardboard curtains stiff-flocked as a Christmas box of Scotch, Season’s Greetings, a shade called ruby blush threading carpet humped in heavy traffic spots commercial […]