The Impresario: an alphabet (part nineteen)

Posted by ractrose on March 31, 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Nineteen   She rubs her cheeks and neck, not for cold If the night feels chill, to her this trial seems welcome She wishes she might bear the world’s pain Enduring all, if by some alchemy He might bide in warmth and tender sleep She slips onto her knees, and bowing […]

My Curious Reading: Connections, Discoveries

Posted by ractrose on March 29, 2017 in Essays

My Curious Reading Connections, Discoveries   Introduction:   In actuality, do we need customer reviews? People reportedly give a greater number of ratings in the four-star range than any other. We withhold a degree of our enthusiasm, we don’t five-star as often…and what makes a thing good, but not very good, fair but not good, we […]

The Professor’s Fate: Hammersmith (three)

Hammersmith The Professor’s Fate (three)     He’d sat up in bed, and heard the rain still pelting, rat-a-tat-tatting off some plane of the inner house, where a leak had sprung. He’d known he wouldn’t sleep. The roar of the deluge appeared soporific enough for the Professor, curled on the bed’s other side with his […]

Unfortunate Death: Eighth Calmacott

Posted by ractrose on March 26, 2017 in Art, Poems

placeholder The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Unfortunate Death   Coincidence. ‘Good you’re home in time, Arthur. You’ll have a guest for lunch.’ I heard a smile in her voice…she would not have smiled Knowing I was home. I could hear their talk, although the Door was closed. Stewart had followed on my heels, fretting. […]

The Impresario: an alphabet (part eighteen)

Posted by ractrose on March 25, 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Eighteen   The vintner’s house still darkened By a shade. And it, avenged or no—he sees it now —will never loose its hold A girl knocks begging for a room and offers gold He has not spoken even to his servant For many days Yet seeing a daughter in her guileless […]

Mack Talks War: Hammersmith (two)

Hammersmith Mack Talks War (two)   “Thank you, Mr. Derfinger. I’ve had a chill, ever since I took that soaking in the flood.” Hogben hadn’t needed to say this a second time, but making excuse, lest the gossips take hold of his reputation before he’d made use of it himself, he did…whisky for medicinal purposes […]

The Smell of the Crowd (poem)

Posted by ractrose on March 21, 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Smell of the Crowd   see justice pulled from the frying pan nicely crisped at the edges, greased both sides you may say, done the owner considers the tone a diminution in the smell of the crowd his helpers lose keenness for their work all of them wishing to be at home, bucket […]

Henry Calmacott: Seventh Calmacott

Posted by ractrose on March 20, 2017 in Art, Poems

placeholder The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Henry Calmacott (part two)   She is a young woman still. Thirty or thereabouts, I’d guess And when I’d walked out with Bess, once Or twice Met her down the Ram’s Took her to the picture show Right enough in the head, those days. Jealous though. Now they […]

The Impresario: an alphabet (part seventeen)

Posted by ractrose on March 18, 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Seventeen   “How long ago,” the seer begins “Though not so many days have passed And yet, how long ago it seems…” The Dauphin interrupts. “Vraiment! For a great, tedious time, Pierre, you have been talking. See, Tortu has gone to sleep!” “My old master, him I’d told you of (Pierre […]

Hogben and Shaw: Hammersmith (one)

Hammersmith Hogben and Shaw (one)   Hogben and Shaw climbed down into the root cellar, one after the other; Shaw, a respectable parasite, from wanting to be useful. Hogben, because he hadn’t seen it yet. He’d otherwise sized up every inch of Mrs. Bard’s place. He would like also to learn if Shaw was suggestible. […]