A Titled Visitor: Hammersmith (twenty-two)

  A Titled Visitor (twenty-two)       Vic, as Aimee with Curach, longed for an opportunity to pull—in this case, Monty Hogben would have to do—a confidant aside and ask: What’s it all about? Mossbunker’s height put the two of them knee to knee, and Vic bounced along eyeing the mogul’s chin (not to […]

Are You Alienated: conclusion

Are You Alienated (eleven)     “John’s friend,” Torbay said. “Ilya.” “The owner,” Emmett austerely corrected, “is Mr. Virgil. Ilya has no money of his own.” “Art,” Minta asked, “has a system?” “If you had read the sort of adventure yarns that I grew up with…” Torbay gave her a once-overing look. “Which seems unlikely…you’d […]

Bad Counsel: part one (short story)

Bad Counsel (one)       This is one of the bigger things, this teaching of lessons. We descend a hill, soon to stand among the cattails at the lip of the frog pond, with Andrée and Sam Magruder, a man who may be her father. Here is Leo Magruder’s daughter, coming down, holding out […]

Charity: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

  Charity   The camp takes all the rising ground On the delta’s city side Driftwood split, stakes driven in and roped paper and cloth of every color, every kind partition quarters curtain sleepers Hard-faced pounding builders making use of time New shelters in construction catching wind like kites Fortress blocks dragged up on braids […]

My Blog Week: Nov 5 to Nov 11

All the Latest from Torsade!              My Blog Week Nov 5 to Nov 11  The week began with A Figure from the Common Lot: Battlefront (part six), in which Honoré, by trying to help Clotilde, becomes a prisoner of war. The poem “American Expatriate” is the latest Corey Jack, with […]

Battlefront: part seven

A Figure from the Common Lot Battlefront (seven)   “Murderous attacks, we cannot tolerate.” The officer spoke to Honoré. “We must, of necessity, offer no compromise. We cannot deal differently with this house or that house. Tell this girl, we can show no mercy, if she cannot persuade them to surrender.” Clotilde had heard these […]

Authority Weighs In: conclusion

Tourmaline Authority Weighs In (three)       The driver jumped back behind the wheel. The truck, and his clothes, cap pulled to a low angle, were civilian…but the face seemed not Utdrife. And here, at these close quarters, Herward lost his cool, scrabbling round the passenger seat to the place he’d left a moment […]

Omnibus (poem)

  Omnibus   Almond eyes narrow skulls invested to the bone with tabby stripes sympathetic nerves unstrung he seems to have no point of origin orbiting trapped in a pattern of questioning until nothing sticks a galactical visitor he feels himself to whom all strangers may be friends foodstuffs, tumors, kin the soul’s integrity thinly […]

Are You Alienated: part ten

  Are You Alienated (ten)     The library’s architectural style was modern. It was of the 1960s, the building’s spare outer walls segmented into stunted rectangles of concrete composite, offset by ranks of recessed, tinted windows. But in the ’90s, an environmental project had added a disharmonious piazza of sorts to the library’s front. […]

The Bog: part seven (short story)

The Bog (seven)       “It’s not up to me, anyhow.” To this, she could have answered, “It’s up to the courts,” or anything to similar effect. Laurel’s wish was not to convert Dana, but to move him along. She prompted, instead: “It’s family property, in a sort of trust, but your brother doesn’t […]