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,…

We Had Issues

She pretends to see me but when she hears me I see anxiety in her skin   Does my impression hurt me the more times you say that I am a Being for the wrong reasons?   She asks her reflection: Is your Being important enough to see it rather than as something else if…

Norman

Though my teeth sit on the shelf behind the mirror and gravity has hammered my spine into an “S,” I remain frozen behind my passing molecules, the moments of my memory shaking. I was looking through some old works of mine to see how I had done them and I came across this incompletion. I…