Torsade Literary Space nothing more (poem)
nothing more the very recently departed has some status above corpse and lies untouched unparty to debate whether its last possessions be ruled loot or legacy whether it might be washed, then dressed then buried in situ, an oblong shallow mound under cypress branches in a field of asphodel […]
King of Chaos (poem)
King of Chaos The recruitment sheds are manned Each by a bobbing puppet on a stick Tittering in death’s head greasepaint Shanty coffins banged at Gothic angles, these Painted black, a bloated joke A train scores the hill, a parade float Straddled by some nameless King of Chaos Loitered on, by […]
Meddlesome: Fourth Allied Forces
The Folly Allied Forces Meddlesome Into a third hand slaps the baton The host takes over an appointment of Fiona’s Her noble aim to steer some entrepreneurial matrons clear of ghoulish error ‘Error’ putting it kindly, he would have said himself Of prying baldly into tragedy…more so, […]
a heart (poem)
a heart probably one donated to science heart the metaphor exits scene psyche the metaphor can’t object she hadn’t needed heart, heart wasn’t feeling psyche without heart’s part thrives yet raises finished things she’s knitted furnished with both fiber and fat names them, explains them, discards them in their slots heart sent […]
Eight: thesis (poem)
thesis This is not an easy thing to say …or will be hard for you to hear or, he thought, we need to talk at last he thought, let me ask you… better, she’ll have to say okay no one says no no, because I wasn’t ready no, because you ask if […]
Gravity (poem)
Gravity It was in the moonlight they carried on advice of an old client’s volume of ghost-spotting practices libraried by saeculum, decennium Was one of late ages, the folklorist said to make test with an object possessed of the dead It was of a Mrs. Turnfeather inherited a chest of […]
Steaming (poem)
Steaming She can’t leave where she is with a sense of cleansed but stands outside to begin, and in this dream every turn of path shows another face every door, with a yawn, pushes in without fuss they sit with their backs against her the lobbyists who wait while fear grows […]
Sand (poem)
Sand doll-forms at craft shops bald sightless blockheads you should watch tutorials on airbrushing rose into cheeks think of a doll for every ethnicity the minefield mechanics of noticing shades of blush Populate a scheme to become a catalogue name with burials in a fold and tab-together box they were smoothed […]
Heneglwys: Second Allied Forces
The Folly Allied Forces Heneglwys Sir, In my researches into the vanished tribes Which predate the era of Coel Hen Who, I need hardly tell you, is known to the modern reader of the nursery rhyme A prelate of that village which calls itself Heneglwys Whom my […]