Bon Marché: Second Wake

    The Folly Wake     Bon Marché   What makes a thing grow to a torment Not a thing, Wake tells himself. He has fallen prey The succubus has dealt him night for day. The Queen’s road constable falls in beside him. ‘Fine evening, sir.’ ‘How,’ says Wake, rigid, and refusing to eye […]

Older in Their Wisdom: Eleventh German Spy

    The Folly The German Spy       Older in Their Wisdom   Hearing, Falco would have said, or if insightful, so might say, a million other Falcos… Would have said, he means to say, it’s odd…more than you’d think. More odd, good sirs, more altogether. Yes, point of fact, done and said, […]

Charity: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

    Charity   The camp takes all the rising ground On the delta’s city side Driftwood split, stakes driven in and roped paper and cloth of every color, every kind partition quarters curtain sleepers Hard-faced pounding builders making use of time New shelters in construction catching wind like kites Fortress blocks dragged up on […]

The Regent’s Bastard’s Grandson: First Wake

    The Folly Wake     The Regent’s Bastard’s Grandson   And what do they keep in their reticules It has been his job to make them give these over This post a vulgar letdown, but Wake earns enough To keep the rent up While these holiday-makers, these thieves of the Queen’s revenue These […]

Let Them Go: Ninth Calmacott

    The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Let Them Go   ‘How does your mother do?’ Henry’s mind’s eye flashes him a slender shaft Of sun, a halo of blue sky, some other sense raises With a vividness that flicks him on the raw A smell of pipe tobacco and horse stall Old Atkins, […]

Unfortunate Death: Eighth Calmacott

    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, […]

Haunt of Thieves: War-Making

    War-Making   The blue soldier’s tunic Dangles a last brass button as though the gamble Of trade advances nothing where an unhoused man can look able to shift a pallet of brick, he commands the only currency And pallid sick, blue in the face with sunken chest Breeds invitation to a potshot He […]

Henry Calmacott (part two)

    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 […]

Henry Calmacott (part one)

    The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Henry Calmacott   Spirits have been called, the way lies open Waves of interruption, raucous shouts and song First one cry is heard and then a chorus Comes again, while the host’s eye resting on Henry Calmacott, observes a warning sign Thus bright of voice, to the […]

Arthur (part one)

    The Folly Calmacott’s Brother     Arthur   They do not often wish to hear, the ordinary man’s Tale, though I suffer Though I share…Henry Calmacott, is it? Sir, with one or two well-padded aldermen The company of the heathen damned Came to that harsh resolve much sooner than I’d guessed Would cross […]