Mast Year (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 9 Mar 2022 in Art, Poems

      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

Posted by ractrose on 8 Mar 2022 in Art, Poems

      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 […]

Harvest (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 2 Mar 2022 in Art, Poems

      Harvest   He introduced the arguments he called his bulletproofs The morning of a hot day Three on a bluff high in view of the sea Again to dig and sift wanting the shape of a ring Among oddities of metal, often handles of ammo boxes They were to assign a date […]

The Epistles (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 22 Feb 2022 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Battle Stations         The Epistles   The Contessa writes to the chapters of the Fellowship Prophecies her companions unveil in a language familiar To followers of readings and summonings, to seekers Who divine a card’s turning, hear the undercurrent’s drumming Malice and menace…she hopes that her warnings are […]

Could It Be: Eighth Allied Forces

Posted by ractrose on 13 Feb 2022 in Art, Poems

          The Folly Allied Forces         Could It Be   Humanity. Falco’s unshockable eyes fall half-lidded at sight of a face …or (correct usage) situation of a face Dusted verdigris, a skinning of mould on its rot its sockets aviator’s goggles And a scalp’s blond wisps aflutter with […]

Bride to Be (part fifteen)

Posted by ractrose on 3 Feb 2022 in Art, Poems

      Bride to Be (part fifteen)   And the boy was Aldebert. But he was not— Wildulfa knew it, thinking, wrapped in pelts So near freezing, she felt sleep were a gift the goddess might in jealousy Mete to a soul keeping vigil more constant than her acolyte’s, squandering the night’s watches without […]

Eight: Queen’s Bishop (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 28 Jan 2022 in Art, Poems

      Queen’s Bishop   What if we did a game sometime? Reasons not to be arrested she thinks, more her concern than his On this day the two walk through plowed snow mounting the curb socks chunking up with ice, ice seeping into soles No closet space, she thinks of that cold from […]

Such Is Life (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Jan 2022 in Art, Poems

      Such Is Life   The dream, a side effect Always asking ears be lent at waking times Ugly invest, imp of intent Garnish that thought, the sufferer selfcounsels Such is life, each become a theme Each devoid of rallying, or selfemployed, as is at broadcasting The dream, a side effect, now DNA […]

Eight: King’s Bishop (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 13 Jan 2022 in Art, Poems

      King’s Bishop   How’s the latest hoodwink? That a good word, hoodwink? You like it? So it comes from olden times, highway robbery Stagecoaches, powdered wigs Stand and eat liver, that the phrase? [laughs] And warned him with her death You think I’m nuts, what’s he talking about? You don’t know that […]

Tea Leaves (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 6 Jan 2022 in Poems

hectored overcoat   body appeal lack of body appeal becomes a safety feature makeover success to lie in the subject’s future topicless conversations never a danger bright times ahead console against failure brakes read the feel of the brakes read as tampered I am managing this ice for you spoke the car’s computer please rest […]