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…

A View From a Pew

The seats in the church loft were boarded beds filled with human cages with makeshift heads. The cages clasped their hands, whisked lint from their ties, eyed their neighbor’s wives. It was 1975. The forms made a rhythm of triangles standing, kneeling, then sitting. And with these triangles mingled the sound of a chain chinking…

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…

Tangled Treasures (While I Sweep)

I can see your portrait in a corner, in the dust hear your voice shrill as door hinges alive with rust time can’t steal your features as the car rolls down the hill Your arms pressed forward and your head snapped back froze in a pose that can never look back. I find your silhouette,…

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…

When I See These Boots

All I think of when I see these boots is a hand full of dimes squeaking at me through the leather and broken soles that seem to grind my feet to the ground All I see is a row of wooden picture frames and I count them, subtract them, divide them into the hours that…

The Old Horse

The old horse is led from the stable and taken behind the barn where he is fed dry hay and given a pale of water. But he is disinterested, dropping to roll instead and thrashing from the pain strangling his stomach. Mike the Vet has come to this farm nearly thirty years to tend the…

An Introduction To Robert Okaji — I Am Daniel Schnee

ロバート・岡地: 天才 Introduction Poetry is a strange thing. It is often amazing, but also often considered by its detractors as odd scribblings that seem to have nothing to do with anything that makes a difference in our world. How can we understand poetry? A common mental image of the poet is of one who […] via…