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…

Walking Home At 3AM

Pigeons scatter in the alley when I throw them crumbs, someone must have scared them too much to trust me today. Ahead, a drunk exits a bar just as I am approaching. He doesn’t see me behind him as he staggers from one side of the sidewalk to the other. When I try to go…

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…

I Sit At the Table Typing These Words

You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts that pierced my brain what I thought was the static of blood in my head is turned off at night and a transmitter plays the songs of divinity lying above the cove with hope in…

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…