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,…

The Guy Who Fixes My Car

Amy’s just walking but he’s just talking hey now, she’s wondering, we were walking with no one talking what went wrong how… weed tops sway with the indistinguishable color of his tones. The sound of his voice is mowed down by a passing fire engine. He was saying something about others not paying attention And…

Tripartite

A pigeon that gathers in the alley I’ve thrown him crumbs someone must have scared too much to trust me today. Ahead, a drunk swerves on the sidewalk just as I am approaching He doesn’t see me behind and he staggers from side to side and coughs when I try to go around him again…

Horror Art

My illustrations like this show my my fascination with horror. The Night Stalker, The X-Files, and Millennium were all television shows that had the psychological content that I try to portray in much of my illustration. The X-Files on VHS came with two collector’s cards with artwork that I like. Also, the artwork for Neil…

The Red Wagon

by RJ Hoffman Just as Heidegger’s imagination could conceive the experience of a peasant when looking at Van Gogh’s painting of a pair of shoes, most anyone who writes can tell a story from a picture. I was watching a performance of John Cage’s 4 33 the other day and realized there wasn’t much difference…

Mechanical Men

Mechanical Men Apply the brakes adjust the slack scrape your boots and bring the collars and buckets, grab my smokes said Dick Remember all the things you hated, all the moments you endured when you were too young for pain? The crosses you broke before and after seem to be but gaps that have nothing…

The Notebook of Molly Pitcher

The following is a collection of snippets culled from a journal that remained unclaimed at a public library for many years. The title is taken from a person’s name on the inside front cover. — Stuart Pulkok came running into the kitchen where his parents were arguing and holding up mom’s dildo triumphantly exclaimed “mommy,…

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…

The Water Gives Up It’s Dead

“If you wanna live stop whining. Whaddaya wanna live for anyway? Your mother ain’t dyin’, and even if she wuz she ain’t savin’ yuh. Now git on my hip and don’t be strayin’” Dad thought I talked too much. At least it always bothered him that I never agreed. Maybe he has a point. It…

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….