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,…

Back Row Hooligan

A blog fiction writer, by the time he is middle aged, comes to find the importance of community. Writers are satellites when they are young. Some are angry and use that energy to fuel their creativity, or their lack of it. The one to himself, postulating, summarizing, mistaking his vitriol for identity, laughs at the…

The Crowd in the Cage

You are an entertainer. The crowd thinks they are looking at you but you are looking at them. It is it, the crowd, that is in the cage. And as any animal tends to act when packed together… We are not a unique species in that we can collaborate, corroborate, coordinate, yet sometimes choose not…