Torsade Literary Space 
bark (poem)
bark A New Science you had thought of all yourself coopted by the culture, as though your careful memoir unstocked by the reference libraries of most, could be outrun by a browse at the salad bar of information A short intro, or the first of a bulleted list of Key […]
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 […]
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 Culture
The Culture We are important Our three-letter alphabet constructs our limited language The gravitational center draws our attention-seeking message The message is I am important Yet you don’t know me On an oxbow the current passes A fallen tree, submerged At a cross-angle, green, murky brown depths, hot from […]
Dust
Dust Dust clots on table ends A hiving manufactory within Colluding by concealment Iota by micrometer rebuking The rag itself devolves to lint A cry in code descends in sweat and skin And bakes a cake in corners left unclean Its cumbrance plods uncounted, but to be sure Fatigued and […]
Dum-dum
Dum-dum What the assembly wants to understand Everyone we are on page three hundred sixty-four The hour is near the break Watch through years of circling the outerbelt Neighborhoods go down once the charred shape of a wing shorn Plane was a moment worth eulogizing stamped On the split-levels of a […]