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…

Voices of Littlefield: Whether By Design, or By Accident

This is experimental prose in that I am juxtaposing the narration of two characters, in this case Bill Dinklpfuss and his mother Virgie. I present these sequences in this way to mimic the insight of the narrator Adam’s mind creating the characters of Virgie and Bill, and conceiving their relationship. I recall Hawthorne in the…

Bakers and Butchers

Bakers and Butchers Two voices loosely strung together, symbiotic each with unknown origins prying forward with the least resistance through the conundrum The faces of old historians are cupcakes, marshmallows cotton candy and meat chewing, spitting, clamoring figuring, weaving, blurring what is the denomination of higher concerns that compels us to incite the bakers and…

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…

We’re Just Here to Help Tidy Your Assets Up a Bit

We’re Just Here to Help Tidy Your Assets Up a Bit black sweeps the corner and leaves a fine residue feeds the blowing mist a shaker shaking fits the squirrels piled the leaves in the trees while the crows watched and had seen the hawks lying low waiting in the breeze. Just around the corner…

A Mother and Her Children

A Mother and Her Children Our voices will speak again of the green of these meadows, again, of this vicious rain. Our hearts will again spoil us so we can keep again the vows we’ve made. With rough hands undertaking, And hearts soft to our awakening, while onward the years crush with soft moans and…