Torsade Literary Space 
Are You Haunted (part twenty-four)
Are You Haunted (part twenty-four) Tovey was slick and aromatic as the day before. He wore the same suit. He augmented his remark with a pinkie, spat tobacco into his teacup, spread himself across the middle of the settee—and having used his grandmother’s china for a […]
The Resident (part thirty-two)
Chapter Four An Odd Man Out (part thirty-two) He knew Claudie wrote in her notebooks, in the pink gingham room, upstairs. A sensible, a naturally-fitting person, married four years… Would have asked his wife at some point, “Do you have a job?” He was gone to […]
The Totem-Maker (part eighty-two)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Nine The Recalcitrant One (part eighty-two) I had heard the story of the Grandmother Oak, but I had not seen this proof. “The seed may sprout one day,” he said. I don’t know why, when he looked at me, I […]
Are You Haunted (part twenty-three)
Are You Haunted (part twenty-three) She wore a black cardigan and a floral shift. These things, to Powell’s eyes, were not dress-up clothes. She had chosen from a kind of sympathy, he wished to believe it… That Mrs. Drybrook had thought of how poor her lunch […]
The Culture
The Culture We are important Our three-letter alphabet constructs our limited language The gravitational center draws our attention-seeking message The message is I am important Yet you don’t know me On an oxbow the current passes A fallen tree, submerged At a cross-angle, green, murky brown depths, hot from […]
Are You Haunted (part twenty-two)
Are You Haunted (part twenty-two) They had pulled into the parking lot of a drugstore, BONHOF’S on the glass in big gold script. Guy showing Powell four fingers, counting off a list. “…you payin attention? Mrs. Drybrook wants to have a look at you in person. […]
The Totem-Maker (part eighty-one)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Nine The Recalcitrant One (part eighty-one) On my mountain, I exercised my mind discerning the morning gossip of birds I knew, then of birds I had given new names to. For Moth was not in that way educated; as to […]
Are You Haunted (part twenty-one)
Are You Haunted (part twenty-one) The glass was intact. Sunlight yellowed the fog’s upper billows; it might all burn off in an hour or two. Powell, as to reject panic he had been instructed, counted his breaths. He was still keyed up from the attack. He […]
Be a Helper (part nine)
Be A Helper (part nine) Of uncompensated labors, of “getting of their own back”. He slipped from the covers. The tower was the place to sit and gaze, in moonlit gloom at his hills. He climbed the stairs, tiptoed through Bunting and Finch’s province, paused to frown […]