Torsade Literary Space The Mirrors (part forty-six)
The Mirrors (part forty-six) Ships come into harbor. Ships want doctors. Countries on the world’s other side want… Everything of the west, so they say. I am forty-two. I won’t be the father of a child. Might I not marry? He can, at this, think only of his misery in […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part forty-three)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Two Avarice Creeping On (part forty-three) He was interrupting her, he was nakedly mortified by the notion of spiritualism; he had given to the word that intonation no member of Ebrach’s circle would bear unchallenged. And he was wrong, in […]
Yoharie (part three)
Yoharie Giarma Meets Trevor (part three) The car pulled to the curb, engine running, a hand at the window. That, over there, the hand was saying to the driver. It froze, then gestured, well, okay, but why not? Kate pulled her hair into a mock ponytail and let […]
The Mirrors (part forty-five)
The Mirrors (part forty-five) Then the war. Then the epidemic. And I was ill, but I worked. St. Hubert hummed quietly for me. Charleton, old friend, here you’ve come to me again, telling lies. Here is Charleton, weary of movement, a book on his lap. A medical text. He […]
The Totem-Maker (part three)
The Totem-Maker The Little I Can Tell (part two) I do not mean to dwell on trees, except to say I remember the smell, and the bitter flour ground from the seeds that matured at summer’s end. This flour I knew intimately, as among my […]
All Bedlam Course Past (part forty-two)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Two Avarice Creeping On (part forty-two) Temperance, she might have said, the dry laws, and why [asked naively] do we not enforce them countywide? These posturings were the political game, the sniper’s blind built of sticks and straw; her father […]
Yoharie (part two)
Yoharie Hibbler, Awake (part two) He felt something. An intrusive prod, a dull instrument’s pinpoint of contact…a pen, his mind told him, was what this was. Todwillow, who did not wash often enough, and wore drugstore aftershave, was leaning over him, poking at him. This bodily proximity made […]
The Mirrors (part forty-four)
The Mirrors (part forty-four) I thought about Joseph. Sometime after the riot, the inferno, the months the militia held the city, the gangs brought in to sweep the glass, to break the burnt foundations, cart away barrows of brick… Brick by the ton. Broken cornice-work, roofing slates that had sliced […]
The Totem-Maker (part two)
The Totem-Maker The Little I Can Tell (part two) Soon after came scouring floods that islanded our village, once situated on a rise, now a barren plain. Deprivation followed, and I was protected from sacrifice, for being born to a woman with no means […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part forty-one)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Two Avarice Creeping On (part forty-one) “I’ll tell you what, Aylucide, I named Myra after Moult’s poor sister. Stuck her little finger with the garden shears out in the rose bed one morning…” Mrs. Buckley’s pace hitched to a trot. […]