Number Two

“Ready to go?” Bork barks as he opens the back door. I am finishing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before hanging out at the music store. Bork’s mom’s boyfriend, Chad is taking us. I have never met Chad, but Bork’s mom’s boyfriends are pretty much all the same. They smell like beer and their…

#9 The Confessor of Littlefield: 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….

#8 Confessor of Littlefield: 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 the narrator, 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…

It’s Cold Outside

It’s cold outside I think I’ll wait another day to say what I feel today I cannot think and feel about our right to become who we choose to be It comes with a price all this trying to share in some way all this ‘doing things’ of worth and value to belong and stay,…

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…

Note From a Dandelion

I used to see the way you looked at me sometimes you would stop and stare like the sun would split open your eyes and suddenly you’d become aware That the day gave to me what it gave to you though you couldn’t explain how you looked at me and knew I’ve seen some strange…

Another C-

Comments scribbled on Ralph’s assigned poem on Being in Professor Shill’s creative writing course. Ralph again received a C-. “The corpse within me burning leaps where my shadow falls.” (what?) History=Is. Existence crosses the threshold, advances into the space between was and is, and then 3 feet ahead. Non Conventional. knownothingness? Not nihilation but becoming….

Autumn Song scratch lyrics

button your coat and drink your wine. dont get too much older before you find another day’s closer then another day gone soon you won’t remember this autumn song October sun is closer in the field days are getting colder and it’s harder to feel a heartbeat in rhythm with the frozen blast that the…

Autum Song addendum

one song lifelong come and gone, seasons arranged and blown along, mind on the matter loosely gripping what the eyes have seen. one step tripped back and softly dreaming, the window is closing, time is winning, the door for the day shrieks like pain. In the open field with the clouds and rain where the…