Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker (part thirty-five)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Five The Mustering Grounds (part thirty-five) Cime, at the court’s adjourning, waited, standing where the great hall opened to the lesser, Sente at his side. I saw every face measure me, many gaze towards the dais, imagining Mumas… Mumas had not left his […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred fifteen)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred fifteen) “How old am I? Thirty-five.” She struck him with her feathers, turning to speak. “Oh, women forty and fifty will play the young girls. The ingénues. But I have no opening.” “You […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred fourteen)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred fourteen) The dining room door flew and hit the stopper. Shifting in came a man, bundles of papers tucked up in armpits. “Hey, all. Hey, Diana!” The waitress laid down the coffee kettle. […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred thirteen)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred thirteen) Harrisonville was dry. They had a smelter up the way, iron ingots, also coal got loaded here. Couple houses took a boarder, Palmyra cheapest though if you weren’t staying. Bout nobody stopped […]
The Totem-Maker (part thirty-four)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part thirty-four) “Now, one who is challenged may see fit to decline. When it is recorded that he answers no, equally he has forfeited the right of dispute. What is charged against him stands, though he pays […]
Yoharie (part eleven)
Yoharie Kate Hibbler and Mat Busby (part eleven) He had watched Yoharie’s daughter down the street for a minute. “Pretty girl.” The absentness was the killer. Just that murmured comment like he’d forgotten his wife was beside him, hearing. Kate jostled Jer’s saucer of peanut butter crackers. “Jarmah. […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred twelve)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred twelve) The town’s waterfront was all its commerce and most of its residences. Wharfboat, floating pier. Rubble in a mound lit by the wharfboat’s lamps…depot for people who wanted rubble, or jetty-in-progress. Glimmers […]
The Totem-Maker (part thirty-three)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part thirty-three) The woman stood. Her face was scarred; her arms bore the grooves of knife wounds, accenting sinew and muscle. “I am called Pyrandtha. I am a Knight of Caeluvm, a Challenger. I fight no longer, […]
Fallen Debris (poem)
Fallen Debris Or going up the steps, an appointment wanting shade on a glaring day’s walk a drinking fountain, a toilet a cup of coffee, a quick shop Or sucked into a slamming missile’s void Or cultured into drinking hard Pulling stunts, splashing down head first Pressure insufficient at shallow […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred eleven)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred eleven) Yeager’s hand showed flapping, under moonlight, before his white shirt. “You mean they had prospects?” “Prospects? Who’s that?” “Woolsaver. Investors. Someone like Ebrach.” “Ebrach’s got investors? I thought it was private money.” […]