You Call Yourself a Writer

by Ronald J. Hoffman Your hands are shaking as you button your collar tight. You lift your chin to the wind to blow away the smoke. You flick your butt into the creek imagining what things were like before you were broke. The life you lead would be no comfort to the person you were…

Spring Cleaning

by Ronald J. Hoffman   I walk through the corridor I light the candle to see I brought the proof of what is prophecy. I walk in the room Discover the place I’ve been In the corner of the womb of our disgraced existence. I look upon the shelf pull down the book to see…

The Top of the Stairs

At the top of the stairs is a buzzing silence and a below zero chill It’s eleven PM and the powdered air is frozen to the wood boards clattering as I release them from my step On a wire above the tree a chickadee answers the sound of a cockatiel from inside   Copyright 2017…

The Many Headed Reasoner

I hear the voices of words in juxtaposition I decipher with a creation of reasoning in ways which the impetus was never intended I fictionalize elements of theatrics in my head and feel my way about as though I have intention yet, when I wake up scattered from a dream, I feel I have got…