Monthly Archives: February 2018

Dog Days

Published February 17, 2018 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Dog days

The new year was just days away.

Spring would soon follow

and another year of possibility

and potential would arrive.

The neighbor’s dog sang

a mournful song as it sat alone

chained into the

small space between the houses.

Mikio wanted to feel

the hope of spring

but, instead he

felt tired and defeated.

His youth was gone,

as was his savings.

Living in the moment

was no longer a choice.

It had become a necessity.

Your Mother Keeps a Man

Published February 7, 2018 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Yo Mama

It was an open secret

and Jack just plain hated him.

Ruth, his mother,

was still waiting for the divorce

to be finalized

and Mr. Smarmy Pants

was already circling.

He had a pointed face that

arrived at his nose

and made him look like a rat.

He offered to give Jack and his buddy

a ride to the train station

in his little red sports car.

There was barely enough room for two

in the front and Jack had to squeeze

in behind the seats.

He wanted so badly to reach around

and poke his eyes out.

“Going to the Casino tonight”

the rat said, “I’m feeling lucky.”

A Caged Bird Sings

Published February 3, 2018 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

A Caged Bird

The bluebird of happiness,

it turns out,

was at home all along

in a cage.

It sang a melody that was

unquestionably beautiful,

but largely ignored.

Because familiarity makes us

take things for granted.

But what about the bluebird’s happiness?

If there really were a paradigm shift,

maybe the power dynamic

that enslaves nature for

our entertainment

could be stopped.

And then, the bluebird herself

might find happiness

flying free

perched on whatever tree it wants.

Ritalin in the Bag, Dinner on the Table

Published February 1, 2018 in Mandy - 0 Comments

Ritalin2

“I got this”, thought Mandy
as she popped a couple
of mommy’s little helpers.
“Pft…opiod crisis. You can’t do burpees when you’re merked all day long” she said
to no one in particular.
Wilder started to cry
as he woke strapped to the car seat.
“Calm it down, little man”,
she said, stuffing the pacifier into his perfect little pie hole.