Monthly Archives: July 2017

Off Kilter

Published July 30, 2017 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories - 0 Comments

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After only being here for a short time,

I’m not exactly sure if I’ve been here before.

Some things are familiar.

Like the cricket’s song.

But, it sounds like they’re signing in another language.

And everyone’s pointing pistols,

like they need them to speak.

Then I woke up and

realized I was in a movie.

Box Car

Published July 28, 2017 in Hobos - 0 Comments

Box Car

It was cold in the freight yard.

Wished for nothing but long johns,

all winter.

Now, they would have saved him.

His pants felt like they were made of paper.

Had two shots of rye left.

Needed one to warm up, but that didn’t last more than five minutes.

The chill got inside his bones.

Think Too Much

Published July 26, 2017 in Ricky Y - 0 Comments

Think Too Much

“Hey, Ricky! How ya doin’?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how are you?”

“Why do you ask? You think something’s wrong with me?”

“Jesus! No. I’m just asking.”

“You know something I don’t know?”

“I don’t know nothing. Just saying hello.”

“What do you know?”

“I know you’re freakin’ paranoid.”

“What do you mean?”

Progress

Published July 25, 2017 in Ruth - 0 Comments

Progress

The evolution of cat names for Ruth

went something like this.

At first, they were named after the great philosophers:

like Socrates.

Then, the great composers: Mozart.

Then, names from India: Shanti, and Om.

As she descended further into cat ladydom,

They became Love Love and Yum Yum.

Next, they’ll just be Grunt and Sigh.

Eye of the Beholder

Published July 24, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

Eye of the Beholder

As a burglar,

the last thing you want to see

is an elderly naked person.

Especially, if she’s your grandmother.

That’s the end of it.

Cartwright needed some money.

He was already tweaking

when he ran into her in the kitchen.

Naked as the day she was born,

and armed with a snub nosed ’38.

Harvest Festival

Published July 23, 2017 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Harvest Festival

A pile of half rotten cucumbers shaped in ways suggestive.

They were tasked with the clean up.

One look at each other, another look at the mound.

It was on – hurling, howling and ducking for cover.

Took one upside the head, then he caught Patrick squarely as he ran.

Hadn’t laughed that much in years.

Plum Tuckered Out

Published July 22, 2017 in Leonard , Trish - 0 Comments

Plum Tuckered Out

Trish was tired most days,

but particularly today.

Maybe it was the heat or

the fact she hadn’t really slept in a month.

Leonard had just disappeared and

left her with the bills to pay.

Working in the fields was hard work.

She didn’t blame him for going,

just blamed him for going like that.

The B Line

Published July 22, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Th B Line

Mickey felt like music saved his life.

Got him through a lot of scraps,

and kept him from a life of crime.

Helped him process the pain.

Was an invitation to places he wouldn’t have gone otherwise.

It gave him something.

That old guitar brings back memories alive

and makes the present feel good again.

Paved with Good Intentions

Published July 19, 2017 in Maria , Mickey - 0 Comments

Paved with Good INtentions

The old man was a retired public defender.

And a bit forgetful and disorganized.

Once Mickey figured out where the kids were,

he had to establish paternity for his daughter.

Somehow he had been left off the birth certificate.

So excited he had just trusted Maria to do the right thing.

One of many mistakes.

At the Museum

Published July 18, 2017 in Max - 0 Comments

At the Museum

“Parking validation is for three hours.
Personal validation is also available upon request.”

It was a joke, obviously, the receptionist had made before.

Max took the parking ticket.

He was thinking of a similar joke, but not for him.

There was a more attractive
young woman
he was hoping for.

Fortunately, her shift had ended.

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