The Impresario: an alphabet (part three)

Posted by ractrose on 31 Jul 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Three   Regalus masked moves lithe through the torchlit throng Pierre the Seer guides her, brusque in the distance he keeps But cocksure in his speech, his purpose strong She pities her poor Tortu and her small Dauphin Like a mother, she has helped to dress and feed them She cannot […]

The Big Pants: part two

Short Stories The Big Pants (two)     Jackie was having a number of unworthy feelings. She’d caught herself a moment ago, standing by, waiting for Luisa, realizing she’d expected Luisa to take the lead. She didn’t know what Luisa did for a living. “Now, I suppose,” Luisa asked her, “we each pick from one […]

The Impresario: an alphabet (part twenty-one)

Posted by ractrose on 27 Jul 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Twenty-One   A sturdy yeoman parts the throng, striding through Escort to a queenly, doll-like dame Poupée’s grown son with wonder eyes The wax-man’s pallor, Regalus Kneels and cradles in her hand, madame’s Surprised, she asks, “How do you, child?” The lifted face beneath the cowl, surprises her as well As […]

Corey Jack series: Actors Act

Posted by ractrose on 27 Jul 2017 in Art, Poems

  Actors Act   Being, at the wheel, free to fly, she’d closed her eyes Singing The light was red But he was grinning like a wise guy Revved and squealed off A Mazda pushed the yellow light and blocked her His rude old Ford was parked there Catty-corner at the Holiday Inn She thought […]

The Impresario: an alphabet (part eight)

Posted by ractrose on 25 Jul 2017 in Art, Poems

The Impresario Part Eight   Tortu has done no wrong He lays his lute upon the ground and plucks A melancholic melody with his toes A lilting air flutes o’er this, as serpentine In play of arms and sway of hips The Pythoness begins her dance   He cannot bring himself to it His lips […]

A Friend: third Tourmaline (conclusion)

  Tourmaline A Friend (conclusion)       Yes, she would start a sterner policy with him…else, he might get worse…she thought he was getting worse, and would have to be seen by a doctor. Was that a question, then, for the corporal, a kind of help she needed? Herward was helping himself to her […]

Are You Jealous (first): short story

Are You Jealous     A package. Gabriel heard Eva’s voice . . . her put on voice, he called it. She spoke this way to delivery people, sing-song, thanking them, ushering them out the door. He heard the door close, slue into its frame with a rush of air followed by the metallic thunk […]

Dougal Inskip’s Lonely Vigil: Seventh Tattersby

Posted by ractrose on 19 Jul 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Folly Tattersby     Dougal Inskip’s Lonely Vigil   When she had been Fiona Medwin Long about the jaw, but fair enough to a man Content to break even on a steady-goer No desire for a flash in the pan Women, though, Dougal says to himself Flash will get them, even the sensible […]

A Friend: third Tourmaline (part one)

  Tourmaline A Friend (part one)     Mrs. Leonhardt had taken out all the old silver. Her mother’s silver, her own, the sugars and the salt cellars that she for a time had always been buying, always poking through the second-hand markets, offering half the asking price for anything blackened, anything with the handle […]

Her Stay: Haunt of Thieves

Posted by ractrose on 14 Jul 2017 in Art, Poems

  Her Stay   Water weighs the yoked woman Stooped among refugees crowded here Not threatened by grenades hurled from the sentry box They let this trafficker within the gates She may return Water she bears reached by a path of heel marks Baked in the mud and useless in the rains Such times the […]