Voices That Speak of Dread

I WALK WITH VOICES THAT SPEAK OF DREAD   I walk with voices that speak of dread Surviving death blows inside my head All the while my feet are beckoning…   Stu… stut…stuttering aimlessly Splitting tongues with knives Reeking of poison confirming my lies   I make a sign of the cross and pray for…

#18 The Confessor of Littlefield: 1950’s – John Boy

This installment introduces the writings of Bill Dinklpfuss. Adam, the storyteller, has arranged these sequences as he becomes more immersed in the telling of the story. The author bleeds into his characters, just as a part of me bleeds through, but this installment and #19 are the bridge writings that introduce the background of the…

#17 The Confessor of Littlefield: Plot and Alienation

In this installment Adam is working out the theme of alienation and self doubt as he brushes these vignettes. He makes his living as a free lance illustrator.  I am 55 years old, my character, Adam is 44 and confronting his own individualization and alienation. He is a 44 year old free lance illustrator who…

Voices of Littlefield: Whether By Design, or By Accident

This is experimental prose in that I am juxtaposing the narration of two characters, in this case Bill Dinklpfuss and his mother Virgie. I present these sequences in this way to mimic the insight of the narrator Adam’s mind creating the characters of Virgie and Bill, and conceiving their relationship. I recall Hawthorne in the…

#16 The Confessor of Littlefield

This installment is a creative prose presentation. I had a lot of fun with this part of the novel. It is a series of vignettes presented by Adam to show his identity as author, not only of his own life, but also that of the Littlefield he imagines based on his understanding of history and…

#15 The Confessor of Littlefield: Transcendence

(This installment is a continuation of #14. I broke them up to keep to the roughly 2000 word post. I, as author, try to give Adam’s voice more of a transparency to resolve the personal recapitulation of his own identity in order to bring his story close to its end and to finally present the…

Old Man On a Country Road

An old man, stooped and tottering through the snow. He holds his collar close. Stars twine his eyes and sicken his stomach, a flash convulsion grips his throat. With heated ears, chest heaving, his heart drags with stress. He wears no hat, no gloves, just a tattered, long grey overcoat. He leans forward under the…

Voices of Littlefield: The Farmer’s Market

It’s as if Christ took a shot and karma and missed. But since it was Christ the judge said case dismissed and then turned to me and said, “I’ll say a prayer for you.”   Big, old and stiff bodied gatherers of dust and seasons of weeds, the stalks of farmers grumbling among the cantaloupes,…

We Had Issues

She pretends to see me but when she hears me I see anxiety in her skin   Does my impression hurt me the more times you say that I am a Being for the wrong reasons?   She asks her reflection: Is your Being important enough to see it rather than as something else if…

Mother, Daughter, Husband

Wife: This isn’t the first time you’ve raised the question And just like the last time I let it be or to put it more succinctly I rearranged by inflection the possibilities I thought you understood it isn’t “what” about us that has appeal but the fact that we exist together and how that makes…