King of Chaos: Haunt of Thieves (poem)

  King of Chaos   The recruitment stalls are manned Each by a bobbing puppet on a stick Tittering in death’s head greasepaint Shanty coffins banged at Gothic angles, these Painted black, a bloated joke A train scores the hill, a parade float Straddled by some nameless King of Chaos Loitered on, by back-leaning mockers, […]

Are You Haunted: part four

Are You Haunted (four)       He gave no emphasis to this, other than to rise, and fix Powell with a frank, direct stare. Isobel had slipped away. Tovey, moving towards the barn, and dropping one conversational shoe after the other, had induced Powell to change his position. She’d left, he thought, when her […]

The Yellow Press: a mini-biography of the Sugar King

The Yellow Press: part one   The Yellow Press was not a term the reading public applied to journalism; it was a term newspapers used to excoriate one another. The feuds erupted notably in the year 1898, when America entered its war with Spain over Cuba. That same year, the term emerged strongly in the […]

Bad Counsel: part three (short story)

Bad Counsel (three)     “Is that man dead?” Karen asks.   And that’s the thing. Andrée couldn’t even relate this story to Buel. So your mother asked, “Is that man dead?” But…because I was laughing. Because she comes in and talks about the things I’m doing as if I was part of some alien […]

Narrowing the Path (poem)

  Narrowing the Path   They came from stock of second, third, fourth best They let it be, temptation’s shoulder squeeze (less of you, more for me) Seeing unarticulated safety in hearing mirror likenesses giggle Seeing an alter ego seem to nod approval Everything cited some dense trick of the enemy Every foolish ritual worth […]

Cry (poem)

Cry   Floating below the wharf, he raps twice overhead With the handle of a hand-net, the stranger with no shoes And raffia hat, ambered at the crown with sweat Summoning his awkward date “Doesn’t matter,” is what he murmurs She has let a nervous laugh escape Forcing her to listen through a knothole, kneeling […]

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My Blog Week: Nov 26 to Dec 2

All the Latest from Torsade!           In this week’s installment of A Figure from the Common Lot, Honoré, though certain he is still a prisoner, leaves his room — a sign to Broughton that he is ready to begin his training. In the second part of “Bad Counsel”, Andrée’s sense of unwelcomeness […]

Imprisoned: part three

Imprisoned (three)       Every several days afterward, when he returned from the pit, Feriet fell on the house like a cloud of ash; his largeness seemed to suck the oxygen from his wife’s lungs. He emerged, and she sank. Alone, Honoré’s sister could check her ire, be fair to the children, generous, when […]

Peckish: a creature story (flash fiction)

Peckish     (complete)       “I don’t try to get out of things. I do my best not to get into things.” The weasel had dropped by, as he put it, coming on at first by a peristaltic rippling over a basswood’s roots. The roots canopied mirrored water pooling naturally between a fallen trunk and […]