The Zone of Prophecy: fifth Pale Knight

Posted by ractrose on 30 Nov 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Folly The Legend of the 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 […]

On Taste: You and Society (part one)

Posted by ractrose on 29 Nov 2017 in Non-Fiction

My Curious Reading You and society (part 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 […]

Bad Counsel: part two

Short Stories 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 […]

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

Posted by ractrose on 26 Nov 2017 in Fiction, Novels

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 […]

The Lab-Grown Brain Makes a Prose Poem

Posted by ractrose on 25 Nov 2017 in Art, Poems

  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)           Powell wasn’t nearly curious enough to bother. He’d thought she might have hidden in there. It was manifest to him she hadn’t. But he must save a little face with Guy. He tossed bricks, one after another, finding vague gratification in the way they burrowed into […]

St. Andrew’s Day: fourth Pale Knight

Posted by ractrose on 23 Nov 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Folly The Legend of the 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 […]

The Bog: part eight

Short Stories The Bog (eight)     “You know Harry?” he said. “Pretty well.” “So you know Stonemill Market is pretty well empty. They got that off-road bike dealer opened up now, and they got that one restaurant.” “I can’t think of the name,” she said, because he’d paused here. “Uh. Who cares? No, I’m […]

The Day You Were Born (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 20 Nov 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Day You Were Born   Cock an ear, your master’s voice, drip or pebble Distracting drumbeat, or is it heads-up Heads-up, Dodge Ball You can be the smart one, saw this coming When the world was blind You can find yourself at the center of a bridge A rope bridge, working itself untwined […]