Utter Blame: Fifteenth Tattersby

  Utter Blame   ‘De Clieux reports the Celtic daughter could be raised— His bride full willing,’ the host, sardonic, says ‘So far south as Quimper; the Contessa di Baruchi Has invited them to stay. And what can be the meaning of that puppy-doggish eye…?’ He demands of the guest. No sense being envious. ‘Hardly […]

Sheila What’s Happening to Us (poem)

  Sheila What’s Happening to Us   …the mystery is how they’re getting in Like a pod-born infection of the country’s youth One day your daughter is perfect and wears a dress Joins Mom and Dad at the breakfast table Spoons her oatmeal, studies for a test One day a hippie cat with a reedy […]

Chum (poem): from The Nutshell Hatches

  Chum   Will you be my chum Sink with me under the bubbling swell Or take your hacksaw to the cable Release the weight of me That binds you Still We are side by side   Keep the pear tree, lose the partridge Keep the gold rings, sack the servants Forecast for your future […]

My Blog Week: Oct 1 to Oct 7

Yesterday, I posted a new video on my YouTube channel, a tune with a dance beat, and images from the blog.   My Blog Week: October 1 to October 7   This week, A Figure from the Common Lot debuted. Honoré Gremot arrives on the scene, and his misadventures begin. I posted the first installment […]

The Second Idea (poem)

The Second Idea   “Hobbes,” she said. That’s the thing, right? Like, the three main characters… Yeah, I get it, her partner says, ticking off fingers Nasty. Brutish. Short. They made their bargain with the Duke But…what’re we gonna call him…the older brother? So the younger brother was pretending to be him But then, because […]

They Won’t Return: Haunt of Thieves

  They Won’t Return   Tide fans up the estuary a warm salt froth That rinses rot, that hinge of flesh Holding a clamshell shut The gulls discard them careless cracked To bake and stink with dragging seaweed And wooden ribs will lose their battle The fisher in his stilt-house barters For half a hull […]

Peeled (poem)

  Peeled   Apparency is the means into the mind Dreary the mood of an overheated October Afternoon and no escape The crowd all move together Did the nape clench With premonition Knowing this thing coming Will roll Like the spinning wheel of a wrecked Bicycle a slammed brake Damned if the distractor does Damned […]

My Blog Week: Sept 24 to Sept 30

  Today, October 1, 2017, readers of Torsade stories can begin A Figure from the Common Lot, a novel set in the 1870’s. If you like books about history, war, espionage, politics, spiritualism, immigration, you may like to begin with these opening pages.      All the Latest from Torsade        My Blog […]

A Scientific Family: Fourteenth Tattersby

A Scientific Family   You won’t Until the sun finds its moment Steadfast tick of bodies set in motion Until the turning earth has lost its math And the red eye blinks at the black-rimmed gorge’s gap You won’t have seen night fall From the cockpit of an aeroplane You won’t have seen night fall […]

A Cold Reception: Thirteenth Tattersby

  A Cold Reception   She’d written him a letter too confiding for a cold reception (Flying an enthusiasm, scientific enquiry, not…in his book) A girl of twenty…she has since learned her lesson 1911—April it was—she’d been introduced at Newmarket races to Mr. Ismay All so gay She thinks of his face But…there he is— […]