The Lay of the Land: Fourth Tattersby

    The Folly Tattersby     The Lay of the Land   ‘I imagine…I will not say admit…the possibility of cordial relations— You see what he’s done here.’ The tenant of Wisham’s Hill Cottage has got the field-gate closed to traffic For good, more or less…for the time being Put a sinister trip-wire run […]

My Blog Week: Dec 23 to Dec 29

All the Latest from Torsade!                           Monday, Christmas Eve of 2018, I put up my annual holiday greeting to my bloggies, with members of the Cartoon House crew carolling “Deck the Halls”. Tuesday, in this maintenance period, I put up the first of […]

Swallowtail: Third Tattersby

    The Folly Tattersby     Swallowtail   You’ve never sat, doing your work …if you had been me, on a stool upstairs Made dumb by the green walls of Lippard’s laboratory Looking down, as directed, through the lens at the wing he’d razored along the vein Some of the colours are not pigments, […]

A Conduit: Second Tattersby

    The Folly Tattersby     A Conduit   On this day when fire could not be thought of A sooty pall stains stucco shaded by the mantelpiece But under this Winks a brilliant blue and does persistently …this Morse Code going on since yesterday Refusing glances dart away And none feels safe to […]

La Catastrophe de la Martinique: thirty-six

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (thirty-six)                   The chiefs carried big sticks. The priest, who had seen this, and who heard the gendarme tell his story, added: “What was most amusing were the wives of the thieves, who prepared their meals.” The father did not […]

Romans: First Tattersby

    The Folly Tattersby     Romans   We thought they were not men They, beardless, most, but for their slaves Vaunted trophies keeping costumed show That in all weathers tell their vanquished homes Came by war-engine attended Came regaliaed steed, foreguard of chariot Wheeled cage of sacrificial beast Gentled by their magic; all […]

She Foundered: Eighth Wake

    The Folly Wake     She Foundered   So it may have been, that the sinking of the Bowfin Reported late, this news carried home By the merchantman Ceylon, in ’87, the year of the hurricane— Some said the men were mostly saved Taken up By the hundred boats of the pearl fleet— […]

Be Merry 2018

Followers, readers, casual browsers, Season’s Greetings!   In 2019, Torsade Literary Space, which started life humbly as Stephanie’s Blog, will be five years old. Lots of goodness has been stocked in its pages since that beginning. I want to thank everyone who has stopped by, everyone who gets some enjoyment from my work…that’s why I […]

My Blog Week: Dec 16 to Dec 22

All the Latest from Torsade!                             Monday this week, a poem, “Amygdala”, found in my collection The Poor Belabored Beast. On Tuesday, Sequence of Events, the start of chapter eight, “The Watcher Watched”, in which two reluctant helpers, Nora Huey and Phillip, are […]

Yoharie: Neighborhood Watch (part six)

Yoharie Neighborhood Watch (part six)               “I’m busy. Sit down over there.” And more friendly, looking over his shoulder. “Get you in a minute, bud.” Hibbler would sit, and maybe there’d be a printout, or a magazine, or a newspaper with a can of beer, that when he picked […]