Voices That Speak of Dread

I walk with voices that speak of dread Surviving death blows inside my head All the while my feet are beckoning…   Stu… stut…stuttering aimlessly Splitting tongues with knives Reeking of poison confirming my lies   I make a sign of the cross and pray for souls That killed all men who dared to be…

#16 The Confessor of Littlefield

This installment is a creative prose presentation. I had a lot of fun with this part of the novel. It is a series of vignettes presented by Adam to show his identity as author, not only of his own life, but also that of the Littlefield he imagines based on his understanding of history and…

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…

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…

American Success Story

Solo performance of existentialist, working class song by a dude in his early 50s playing electric guitar in his underwear.    

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…

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…