Torsade Literary Space From Rattus: Giddy (poem)
Giddy Come on, come on you blanched and legless hellbender Tucking the lettuce edging of your gills About your trembling shoulders like a shawl You blanched and legless hellbender Smitten by the torchlight Bronzing the sound-proof undulations Of your pit under rock under ooze Your all in all because you feel […]
A Torsade Digital Gallery
Since digital art has been in the news, and so far as anyone understands the phenomenon may be the future of art collecting; and since I had a day of nonwriting work that kept me from preparing a more content-heavy post, I thought I’d share with my readers some of the images I’ve created for […]
Dust (poem)
Dust Dust clots on table ends A hiving manufactory within Colluding by concealment Iota by micrometer rebukes 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 Yet to be sure Fatigued and overladen […]
From Rattus: Movie of the Week (a TV culture poem)
Movie of the Week A small man climbs Hurries but keeps his hand clamped that it glide in care Care not to lose that grip For him each splintering riser yawns And the rail sits to mock his inches Like a tool that measures, the bar insists “You must be so […]
From Rattus: Why Not Let (poem)
Why Not Let You have to choose things, and delay is not a choice You occupy a desk Your daily life is work and doesn’t work And something like a four-foot space Holds all you see the whole of most your days Your back-vulnerable confrontation with outsiders Ought to have you […]
Eight: argument (poetry series)
argument You’re a sugar cookie, you’re a fashion plate When dressed by experts you sit, deadly tasteful, a smug subdued disc sporting a simple initial You’re a peanut butter cookie, you smell nice in the oven, you pair well with chocolate milk you disappoint a little, why? perhaps it’s your neither-here-nor-thereness… […]
The Folly: Each Nerve
The Folly Wake Each Nerve She sails, within a fortnight, the Bowfin Wake, relieved, or like a living man Entombed, soon, shall heft aside the grinding lid And breathe He cannot whisper his secret heart to Howitt As a maiden sister might…though his friend invites it Howitt’s […]
The Folly: Henry Calmacott (part two)
The Folly Calmacott’s Brother Henry Calmacott (part two) She is a young woman still. Of thirty years or thereabouts, I’d guess And when I’d walked out with Bess, once Or twice Met her down the Ram’s Took her to the picture show Right enough in the head, […]
The Folly: Romans (first Tattersby)
The Folly Tattersby Romans We thought they were not men They, beardless, most, but for their slaves Vaunted trophies keeping costumed show That in all weathers tell their vanquished homes Came by war-engine attended Came regaliaed steed, foreguard of chariot Wheeled cage of sacrificial beast Gentled by […]
Snares: Fifth Allied Forces
The Folly Allied Forces Snares The woodland affords the falcon— Where hedgish undergrowth shoots in voluntary tangle augmented year by year from half-digestions spat or shat by avian lodgers, nesting a thicket permitted by the landowner (Said to be the blighted Rory Tebbs) to wax untrimmed Has […]