Torsade Literary Space 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 […]
BeeZeep (poem)
BeeZeep What about that golden arm Give it back, will you give it back It would have been some other wife he’d rooked An after-image looking spectral, beckoning through glass Smashing sea waves shooting foam across the rocks spliced-in footage quick cuts from the door and back Saying not why did you […]
Mast Year (poem)
Mast Year a novel Blurb In this tragedy set on an American farm, Turnstile Prize-winning author Mays McKnight unfolds the history of the hardscrabble Cuniff clan. The year is 1985. Roseann Cuniff is failing, her decades of secret drinking taking their toll in symptoms of dementia. Son Ryman and son-in-law […]
Poem: Decoration Day
Decoration Day There is a gentling terrain Of tussocked bluestem parchment brown Straw that compliments a bloom Turning the new leaves glaucous Color schemed by negligence Sallow below, a bloodless husk calicoed into cloth And lichen over stone and marbled bone Verdigris, vanilla…moss viridian Will here be advertised by name An […]