Torsade Literary Space Killing Frost (poem)
Killing Frost Morning on the inside is only glass and curtains A saint might have heard voices He fingers the fly in the ointment and fills a pot With liver-colored beans no stench Like the burning of chili powder and this punishing cheap food And wariness too fine to read He […]
For the Gullible (poem)
For the Gullible Is there nothing on earth, not entertainingly atwist No limit to the pride…your little marvels tucked In caches Rose-colored glasses awfully passé What will you spend your money on, now you have so much There are no paper fortunes left A vast amount of daylight goes to […]
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 […]