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….

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….

Child In the Field

American Success Story, Pete Chandala Act two, scene one, or chapter 3. In chapter one, American Success Story, Pete loses his job because he is running late again and gets stuck in traffic. He is like one of millions of workers everywhere who get by on the jobs they can find. The homeless, the lower…

The Soul In Need and the Giver A Proesy RJHoffman I wouldn’t want to take anything that makes you happy and it’s hard to give anything that makes me sad. You chip away at my heart your will to power through pity you lay shame and blame on the voice I’ve had Again, you say…

Dietrich’s Adventures in Dentistry

Dietrich’s Adventures in Dentistry by RJHoffman I got an email reminder today from a dentist I saw six years ago when I had no money, no insurance, and a raging tooth that needed to be extracted. I ended paying the sunnuva bitch ninety bucks for an unnecessary exam because the dentist couldn’t accept that, yes,…

The Song of Justice Dennert

The Song of Justice Dennert by RJHoffman Her: What keeps you scraping along? Me: What keeps you being so happy? To myself: I can see by your smile I’ve had enough of you. You take my money and tell me you know hat it’s like to be alone, you’ve been where I’ve been. I just…

Chandala

Chandala by RJHoffman The stories and poems I have been publishing lately are part of a project titled “Chandala.” These stories of varying word length, and poems from the mouths of mendicants, are meant to present the symbology of the underclasses of humanity and their perspectives and influences. Existentialism lends itself to the narratives to…

Daughter, Come and See Me

Won’t you come daughter my son doesn’t come and see me I can’t see the sun and I lost everyone who needs me What I’ve said and done have come back to haunt me I may be helpless but I won’t believe it can break me Years ago my sun had been setting when I…

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…

Requiem For a Surgeon’s Son

Barry slows down and approaches the audi parked on the shoulder of the road with the driver’s door open. There is a motorcycle parked behind it and two men are fighting. Or rather, one man is beating up another. On the ground is an old man who appears to be unconscious. His face is badly…