Daughter, Come and See Me

Won’t you come daughter my son doesn’t come and see me I can’t see the sun and I lost everyone who needs me What I’ve said and done have come back to haunt me I may be helpless but I won’t believe it can break me Years ago my sun had been setting when I…

Mr. Clokchuk

Mr. Clokchuk ┬áby RJHoffman Clockchuk is a substitute teacher who considers himself a writer, only he hasn’t gotten any of his stories published and is too lazy to keep a blog. On a Friday morning Clokchuk is called in to cover for a history teacher who has gotten food poisoning. The class has just completed…

Mowing the Lawn on a Sunday Afternoon

The monstrous and ancient Olds Delta 88 could be heard a quarter mile away, its loud exhaust roaring over the rural two lane highway. It was a sunny Sunday in May in West Michigan and Brock was mowing his lawn. Sunday was his only day off from his job as a parts man at a…

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…

The Crowd in the Cage

You are an entertainer. The crowd thinks they are looking at you but you are looking at them. It is it, the crowd, that is in the cage. And as any animal tends to act when packed together… We are not a unique species in that we can collaborate, corroborate, coordinate, yet sometimes choose not…