#11 The Confessor of Littlefield

Adam Cadavrian is writer of books six feet tall. He equivocates between the lines with phrases in a dialect meant for all. Edwin Immemoriam; institutional language in one’s own tongue. A regional variant become a national standard, like Harry Truman and Snuffy Smith; like pictograph to tongue, the mind to self, mirage invariant. What are…

#10 The Confessor of Littlefield

Most humans learn to speak before they learn to wipe. Speaking proceeds from the need caused by the itch. Because you have an itch you have a self that concludes, “you need to wipe your ass.” It’s a nugget of knowledge that you stow away in your back pocket until you are older and you…

Malrow Winslow Tyler

Malrow Winslow Tyler is a fictitious coffee house entertainer in his mid fifties. He eeks out a living traveling a circuit of coffee houses in Michigan, Indiana and Ohio. He likes to ad lib his lyrics to go along with an electric guitar through a Marshall amplifier. I happened to catch him a couple times…

The Node

This is another short story from the novel The Confessor of Littlefield. The narrator, Adam is exploring his own identity within the framework of his environment, the associations and disassociations between the self and the mirror of selves that comprise the network of I. The Node I had to have a new respiratory system installed….

Baked Potato Cop with Runny Eggs Eyes

Confessor of Littlefield #8 This is a story within the novel The Confessor of Littlefield. Within the narrative of the novel, this story is written by Adam. It reveals my appreciation for Kafka. Baked Potato Cop with Runny Eggs Eyes I am sucked into a tunnel and spit into an interrogation room, hanging side by…

#7 The Confessor of Littlefield: The Wiper and the Blade

My own persona is building itself into the greater circle of John Hapflik, Bill Dinklpfuss, and this small Great Lakes town. My voice has enacted an auxiliary existence at the special service of itself. I am a dreamer; something that isn’t appreciated in pragmatic America, much to my chagrin and consternation. This is my narrative…

#6 The Confessor of Littlefield: The Homunculus Knows Its Place

The story advances. The Homunculus Knows Its Place Along the back of the condemned lot on the corner of Old Main St. and Barnett Rd. there is a cornucopia of foliage comprised of winding vines, blooming twigs, rotting tree stumps, scrub oak brush and a few tires left over from the salvage yard that used…

#4 The Confessor of Littlefield: Bickering With the Shadow

This is part four of the novel The Confessor of Littlefield. It is titled Bickering with the Shadow. Adam has been conjuring a character of fiction while symbolically associating with it through the chameleon figure of Edwin Umbrian; at once Adam’s homunculus, super ego, and the voice of authority in the foster homes of his…

Granny’s House

Grandma swore when she spoke And with her tongue She gave a nasty poke to anything Grandpa said Good or bad Heaven didn’t give a giver So much as a liver as when Grandpa done did her despite the misgivings he knew he’d have That smile on his face shows no grin just a plastic…

#5 The Confessor of Littlefield: Man Among the Shadows

The Confessor of Littlefield #5 contains a trio of vignettes. Adam’s narration is stirred by his own persona/shadow. The thesis/antithesis arrangement of his psyche is starting to dissolve more into the characters he is creating, and they start to take their own breaths.  This installment closes part one of the novel. Z “You shouldn’t get…