Candy Corona

Candy Corona clenches her gut and clamps her lips as a droplet of saliva, caught between a breath and a swallow, causes her lungs to hack. “Let us bow our heads and pray for those not under quarantine in this hour of world tribulation.” Candy’s eyes water, her nose begins to drip and in the…

#8 Confessor of Littlefield: Baked Potato Cop with Runny Eggs Eyes

Confessor of Littlefield #8 This is a story within the novel The Confessor of Littlefield. Within the narrative of the novel, this story is written by the narrator, Adam. It reveals my appreciation for Kafka. Baked Potato Cop with Runny Eggs Eyes I am sucked into a tunnel and spit into an interrogation room, hanging…

Big Dumb Narcissist

The Big Dumb Narcissist from Rockford, Michigan sizes up all the little wrongs to make right. He seizes upon a lone car in the parking lot, parked against the edge of a parking line. Big dummy sees the cop parked on the edge of the lot. Backup. With a grandiose smirk he carefully pulls in…

Granny’s House

Grandma swore when she spoke And with her tongue She gave a nasty poke to anything Grandpa said Good or bad Heaven didn’t give a giver So much as a liver as when Grandpa done did her despite the misgivings he knew he’d have That smile on his face shows no grin just a plastic…

A Congressman of Equal Weight

“Those who make antithesis by forcing words are like those who make false windows for symmetry. Their rule is not to speak accurately, but to make apt figures of speech.” – Blaise Pascal The rotund legislator from Imaliyah County, Michigan was in line at a grocery store in Kunt County, Michigan one winter day when…

The Beer is Good

Feelin’ a little goofy and thinking about Jerry Reed, who did some great social commentary and satire, along with being an influential guitar player. This roughly hums along with Lord, Mr. Ford from the early 70’s. God is greatBeer is goodOpie used to liveIn my neighborhoodUntil the bank foreclosedAnd Barney shooed himOut the door.Now he…

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…

The Golden Voice

The Golden Voice by RJ Hoffman   A voice recorded, stored alive cackles to coffins and creaking cauldrons, with lines that break into dust Ghost personifications buried, so many lumps on a hill a row for each generation back to back and side by side pointing the finger, asserting direction with hairy knuckled shiny diamonds…

The Notebook of Molly Pitcher

The following is a collection of snippets culled from a journal that remained unclaimed at a public library for many years. The title is taken from a person’s name on the inside front cover. — Stuart Pulkok came running into the kitchen where his parents were arguing and holding up mom’s dildo triumphantly exclaimed “mommy,…