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…

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,…

That Car Passing

“Did it seem like that the car that just passed did so with a sort of purposeless intent just to get in front of you, as though it were driven by someone being pulled into the context of your perception?” “Sure, I saw a ham sandwich and a cup of coffee being held as I…

Daddy Let’s Play – American Success Story Ch. 6

American Success Story is a short book of poetry that is told in song. The book has eleven chapters, and is set in four scenes. The two acts in the first scene introduce Pete Chandala, a factory worker in his mid fifties. The three acts in Scene two tell us about his childhood. Scene three…

Chapter Five, American Success Story – Peace At Summer’s End

Pete Chandala, American Success Story Chapter 5, Scene 2, Act 3 Peace at Summer’s End by RJHoffman Last chapter, Pete has lost his mother as she is is crossing the road while coming to pick him up from school. He runs to see her bleeding in the road, and is so horrified he runs away….

Jasper Townes

Jasper Townes by RJHoffman Jasper Townes’ face was red and his mind brimming as he took halting steps to the cash register. The beer delivery was late, the fuel truck was late due to a bad wreck on the expressway, a health inspector was arriving later. Jasper was a new store manager at the local…

Tangled Treasures (While I Sweep)

I can see your portrait in a corner, in the dust hear your voice shrill as door hinges alive with rust time can’t steal your features as the car rolls down the hill Your arms pressed forward and your head snapped back froze in a pose that can never look back. I find your silhouette,…

Walking Home At 3AM

Pigeons scatter in the alley when I throw them crumbs, someone must have scared them too much to trust me today. Ahead, a drunk exits a bar just as I am approaching. He doesn’t see me behind him as he staggers from one side of the sidewalk to the other. When I try to go…

Dusty Roads

Dusty Roads by Ronald J. Hoffman   While I walked dusty roads alone as a little boy, wandering the fields with an eye on home, I would wonder what would become of this place in my heart, would it turn to stone, hardened and discolored, or drip love like from the heart of a new…

I Sit At the Table Typing These Words

You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts that pierced my brain what I thought was the static of blood in my head is turned off at night and a transmitter plays the songs of divinity lying above the cove with hope in…