The Zone of Prophecy: fifth Pale Knight

  The Zone of Prophecy   The sexton of St. Crispin’s, the late Mr. Michelwhyte I doubt you’d know of him…which is rather the point, the familiar one being far nearer Bath than Taunton, liked telling (though half the time certainly pulling my leg) Of that apparition dubbed the Pale Knight By legend alleged to […]

On Taste: You and Society (one)

You and society (one)   Mt. Olympus Syndrome and Literary prizes   Taste as Franchise   Your taste, at the level of broad society, will take on characteristics from a pressure to conform, not to a group’s passing fancy (or your own passing membership within a group), but to an ideal of social order. To […]

View Halloo: Hammersmith (twenty-three)

View Halloo (twenty-three)         Swan’s lodging house…or private business of some other type…began its intercourse with the visitor in a sunlit parlor, flanked by closed doors. Hogben, for having breakfasted at Aimee’s, ridden on a train, walked a half-dozen city blocks to Krabill’s, gone by cab to lunch at the St. Bernard, […]

Bad Counsel: part two (short story)

Bad Counsel (two) She draws it back. She glances at the open fiberboard étagère where Andrée and her mother get their plates, their coffee mugs and cereal bowls. Andrée considers―it has crossed her mind for the first time―what Melody projects. She doesn’t care. Dust is probably good for you. If you have a soft immune […]

My Blog Week: Nov 19 to Nov 25

All the Latest from Torsade!             The week began with A Figure from the Common Lot: Imprisoned (part one continued), in which Honoré is stalked and assaulted by Baum. A poem, “The Day You Were Born”, part of the TV culture series, speaks to the theme of past adventure yarns […]

Imprisoned: part two

A Figure from the Common Lot Imprisoned (two)     “But,” the other said, “I have seen these things many times. He attends well, and he does as we instruct. So, I think today, or in a day or two…” “Well,” Tweedloe answered, “you may say so.” Honoré heard wheezing, accompanied by a slow series […]

The Lab-Grown Brain Makes a Prose Poem

  The Lab-Grown Brain Makes a Prose Poem a.k.a.: Live Enthusiastically with Zest   Arthritis grows old, friend. Try sugaring the bacon. Celery is uniquely awful. Don’t dog Poor Me. By an elephant dies another. Or frying won’t kill, not in your lifetime. Ocean garbage is ghastly. Hideous waste, look there. Stall on first ignition, […]

Are You Haunted: part two

Are You Haunted (two)           “Well, I never looked. You just better come out with me and see.” He trailed after Guy, stalling to gaze back over his shoulder at wildly overgrown lilacs, blossoming branch tips prying into the windows on the unshaded kitchen side. He saw peonies, their buds not […]

St. Andrew’s Day: fourth Pale Knight

  St. Andrew’s Day   She’d been in infirmary with a chest cold by account of the matron It could be worse She is very old These indispositions take the old ones, sudden But come anyway, Mrs. Devilbiss’ll be tickled If she’s feeling up to it He fears, this is all…ill-advised, his proof, by the […]

In Memoriam: A feisty, funny little kitty

In Memoriam: Gretel cat     Video: Love Bomb II       A Little Joy       Caught Alone   Loved one, they gather on the stairs The passageway is closed The door will jar against a darting shape Unnoticed, their kind, snuffed in the daily cataclysm One will tear the fabric Go […]