Torsade Literary Space Bride to Be (conclusion)
Bride to Be (eighteen) She is to be married To Alderic will join, her mind is firm To the son of an elder bride of Godolfo shrewd where his sire had been weak-headed She bids Wildulfa bear a message “And Aldebert will ride, his father’s envoy. You will not grudge me […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred five)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred five) Richard’s face was a clue among clues; and any chore girl of Mrs. Koker’s knew this face for the drilling. The constable, a man called Fitzpatrick, tapped his foot. “Everard. Got a […]
The Totem-Maker (part thirty-one)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part thirty-one) Cime was given the chip of obsidian used to mark the unfired clay. He signed before this room of witnesses. The clerk inked the tile and pressed it to a stretched cloth, which by another […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred four)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred four) They carried on disrespecting the remains. Thrown out, pockets rifled. Inconvenient alive and wanted passed… By the sheriff, by the robbed girl—by any number, maybe his own parents. To enjoy saying Richard […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred three)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred three) The long walk had burned off most of what filled his stomach. The pint churned on fumes of Mary’s chicken stew. The cloth he breathed into breathed back, dead foul air. Richard’s […]
My Blog Week: February 26 to March 2
All the Latest from Torsade! This week, two episodes of Bedlam, with Richard visiting his sister-in-law to distant himself from a theft. A new poem in the Jumping Off series on Thursday, discussing war. On Saturday, an episode […]
The Totem-Maker (part thirty)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part thirty) I faltered in, stumbled over boots, drew laughs and found myself misdirected. I whispered: “My lord Banche, will I sit below the dais?” Banche shut his mouth mid-answer, as three knights rose and bowed. They […]
Iron (poem)
Iron The audience feel this matter under-inquired-of They’ve found a plastic bag of party clothes Gone on a gala date to a theater’s ashes Where a continental crash of loss on death and death on loss has stacked peaks of guttedness on rotted peaks, never yet eroded Never to be. By […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred two)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred two) The light was through the kitchen window. Richard had given a peek and seen no one inside. “How come Gippy didn’t bark, cause he knows you.” Samuel spoke shuffling up, dog tight […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred one)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred one) He had ways and places all over town. He got into the Methodist bell tower, the station switchbox, the coffin workshop at Snedden’s, Pelle’s cabinet of blue negatives… At Miss Towson’s doors […]