Story: Palma (conclusion)

Story: Palma (conclusion)

Posted by ractrose on 16 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        Palma (part six)     “Don’t read it all.”   In a soft voice, unreflective of Anton’s capitals, Mary began.   Now you have shown you can be faithful I had wished to count myself a human being In this conceit perhaps I am mistaken I may be the drop of […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-one)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-one)

Posted by ractrose on 13 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twenty-one)             Monaghan addressed Élucide, while addressing the room at large. She heard a background of how-do-you-dos, to Ebrach and Phelan, a “Good to meet you, sir,” in the latter case; […]

Story: Palma (part five)

Story: Palma (part five)

Posted by ractrose on 12 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        Palma (part five)     Some other prisoner shouting this conspiracy in the jail mess. More probably, as prisoners were allowed conversation with only assigned partners and advisors, only rote responses to their guards. Anton had harbored his nonsense, risen to his roommate’s bait with I-can’t-be-fooled smugness, and his Utdrife roommate […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twenty)             “I telegraphed to the editor of the Nashville Banner. The boiler of Buckley’s steam yacht exploded, cause of death presumed. Off the South Carolina coast…very broken up, in the […]

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-six)

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-six)

Posted by ractrose on 9 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

  The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Use for Use (part seventy-six)                       I could hardly play at something devil-may-care, as though I chose to live here, on a road so lonely the law I enforced bore weight only with the honest. I might have looked sadly […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred nineteen)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred nineteen)

Posted by ractrose on 8 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred nineteen)             “Full of the effort to quote terms he’d picked up from my patients, which I do not bandy. Almost energetic…and so I may have lacked attention myself, a fault. […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred eighteen)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred eighteen)

Posted by ractrose on 5 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred eighteen)             Still, if he liked, he could settle in Cookesville, eke a writing income from Well-Being, from the Vanguard, if he would be her employee and Fannie’s. Or take other […]

My Blog Week: December 1 to December 7

My Blog Week: December 1 to December 7

Posted by ractrose on 4 Jun 2025 in The Latest

All the Latest from Torsade!                                     Two episodes of Bedlam, Richard contending with his father over old memories. An Eight poem, beginners steps towards right thought.           My Blog Week: December 1 to December […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred seventeen)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred seventeen)

Posted by ractrose on 1 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred seventeen)             You are always trying to get me into trouble. I feel the man who ventures leafing this opus in public will find himself beckoned behind a curtain, by a […]

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-five)

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-five)

Posted by ractrose on 31 May 2025 in Fiction, Novels

  The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Use for Use (part seventy-five)                       It discontented me much to feel rivaled by a legendary Me, adventuring while its poor shadow lay tethered. I reminded myself of my list. Fresh-killed game, if they had any. More yarn. More arrows […]