Monthly Archives: November 2017

Word Play

Published November 29, 2017 in Cintusia , Jack Sprat , NY Stories - 0 Comments


Word Play2“A hard-on is not chemistry”, Cynthia said,

Hands on hips.

“Damn it!” he thought.

“So close and she has to get all

definitiony. Fuck!”

“You’re right, baby.” he said apologetically.

“Don’t ‘you’re right baby’, me.”

“I’m driving you home.” she said.

Somehow she hit every green light

on the avenue.

Jack couldn’t catch a break.

Straight Butter

Published November 27, 2017 in LA Stories , Max - 0 Comments

Straight Butter

She had engraved the knife 

As a one off trial

To see how it played.

The irony was lost on her.

She’d left it behind.

Now that she was gone

And Max had the house to himself.

He could leave the dishes

And slather “happiness” 

All over his bread.

Possibility is best served toasted,


Chips and Bitters

Published November 24, 2017 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories , Max - 0 Comments

Chips and Bitters

I liken you to a janitor

The way you mopped

The floor with me.

Closed the door on me,

All the while

Saying you adored on me.

And I liken you to a cold syringe 

The way you needled me

Injected me

Infected me with a virus

That protected me

Until you rejected me

All the while

Peeking through 

The peephole 

Smiling on the other side

Of the door.


Published November 21, 2017 in Mikio - 0 Comments


It’s the messenger of life.

The omega dog.

Information and data.

It is alive.

And sometimes, in the morning,

it can still surprise you.

Mikio was about to sit down

when he was struck

by an accidental light show,

splashing on his chair.

“I am in between the stars”, he said,

Aching with savoir faire.


Published November 19, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments


This is it.

This now,

This moment.

It’s happening in real time,

right here, in front of us.

Where are you?

I saw you and then you were gone.

I asked after you

and they said that your house was teetering and

defying gravity.

That you were a tight rope walker.

I knew you knew.

What the Mind Wants

Published November 16, 2017 in Cintusia - 0 Comments

What the Mind Wants

Cynthia dreamt what
her imagination asked of her
as she slept in a castle.
Jimmy came to her
and they had a fling.
She got pregnant and had to tell him.
He also had something important to tell her.
Neither would yield until the other
shared their secret.
Violet, Jimmy’s girlfriend
flitted around in the background
while George, Cynthia’s husband
watched them like a hawk.
No one cared, she was writing her next book.


Published November 12, 2017 in LA Stories , Mickey - 0 Comments


Sing me a story, won’t you?

With a melody sweet and plaintive.

Sing to me about the time

you loved so deeply, true and simply.

Before the busy

complications of life

turned your chords into regrets

and your voice into

a hoarse and bitter growl.

Sing me that story

that I know you still remember.

Lan of Metters

Published November 7, 2017 in Hank - 0 Comments

A Lan of Metters

Milkweed and black sage,

California native.

Butterflies and humming birds,

wind in the orange tree.

Sneaking a quick smoke

on the marble table

Cracked by the sun,

broken by the spirits.

Made unemployable

by the night time rag and bitters,

Hank ranked among the lucky ones.

Came from Old New Amsterdam

to be a writer in Hollywood.

Wound up driving a rented car

in the Republic.

He’s a thirsty Joe with a sister in tow,

don’t you know?


Published November 2, 2017 in August , LA Stories - 0 Comments


Sometimes, what we deem “fate”

is just foolishness.

She walked in off the street asking

if they were hiring.

And, coincidentally, they were.

She had a good resume, credentials

and, more importantly, she exuded

warmth with an earnest smile.

Just perfect for the front desk person.

No one bothered to do background check

or to call her references.

If they had, they might have gotten some

inkling into the kind of damage

she was capable of inflicting.

And maybe, just maybe they could have

saved themselves some pain.