You Call Yourself a Writer

by Ronald J. Hoffman Your hands are shaking as you button your collar tight. You lift your chin to the wind to blow away the smoke. You flick your butt into the creek imagining what things were like before you were broke. The life you lead would be no comfort to the person you were…

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…