#20 The Confessor of Littlefield

Bill Dinklpfuss sat up, his bed shrieking like an awakened banshee. The floor boards beneath him creaked as he settled himself and slowly duck walked through the dark, around the corner and into the bathroom. He was a couple inches shorter than the average Great Lakes American man born in 1941, with thick legs, small…

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…

#14 The Confessor of Littlefield

This installment of the Confessor of Littlefield includes flash fiction sequences, satire and poetry. The story of Bill Dinklfpuss is separating itself in Adam’s mind toward its own absolution. Adam’s own story is becoming more of a back story as he absorbs Bill and his journals. The flash satire sequences contained in many of these…

#13 The Confessor of Littlefield

What was it that became today? “Today shows us the silhouette of the future,” professor Cliffnut says as though he were starting a classroom lecture. I try hard to listen but I lack the ability to focus. My mood is tired, worn out from anxiety attacks. I am thinking about how transitory death traverses every…

#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…

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….

#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…

#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…