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Six to One

Published December 11, 2018 in Mickey - 0 Comments

SixtoOne

Thirty women at one table.
Laughing, dancing and
Celebrating the retirement of
One of their own.
The party was over,
But Mickey had one more song
As they were leaving he sang
Walk on the Wild Side
“One day of prayin’
Six nights of fun,
Make your odds of going to heaven…”
She left with a man he didn’t recognize.
It was the chorus, but he wanted to tell her,
She was arm in arm
and out the door
With innuendo.
MR Stuik 2018

The Mouths of Babes

Published February 28, 2018 in Mickey - 0 Comments

The Mouths of Babes

Crisp Saturday morning,

grass still wet with dew.

Red cardinal stopped to survey the scene.

Mickey threw the ball

to little three year old Jacob.

Catching it the boy asked

“Daddy, do you believe in God?”

Taken aback slightly,

“Yes, I do.”

Then, in kind.

“Do you?”

“God brought me to you”, the boy said, matter of fact.

Mickey dropped the ball,

felt a rush of emotion

that he didn’t want the boy to see.

Card People

Published February 25, 2018 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Card People

Some nights it seems like a flat world with eight sides.

One for each day of the week

and one for hyperbole and dreams.

And if lady luck don’t give a fuck,

Mickey could look out over a sea of chips;

red, white and blue

and see Mother earth’s seven seas

as seven great head hunting mouths

ready to devour him and his American boy past time.

He couldn’t believe this guy had such a disgusting tell.

But it was plain to see.

Every time he had a bad hand

he picked his nose and rolled it between his fingers.

Smelled it.

“It came from your nose, there’s nothing to smell!”

Mickey wanted to scream.

But he kept quiet, checked

and took his entire pile of chips.

And a big squeeze off the hand sanitizer.

Lullaby

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

Lullaby2

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.

At the Lake

Published October 10, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

At the Lake

Mickey overestimated what he could do.

Like we all overestimate ourselves, sometimes.

The lake didn’t seem that big,

except he hadn’t exercised in over a year.

Just dove in an decided impulsively to swim across.

It wasn’t that bad getting over there,

it was the swim back that got him.

Midway, the wind picked up

and water kept getting forced into his mouth and nose.

Bargaining with God,

“Just let me make it back,

I’ll never drink again.”

Coming Home

Published September 9, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Coming Home

For some the process

of coming to know the divine

is lightning fast.

For others it’s slow and arduous.

Little experiences and tiny inspirations

build a bridge to spirit.

Mickey experienced the latter.

His relationship to a higher power

was built in fits and starts.

But, over time he had no choice

but to believe.

Remorse

Published August 23, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Remorse

Tempestuous wreckage to clear.

After losing it

over

something

that was

nothing.

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This is a 12 word story from the prompt “Tempestuous”. When I posted it to Instagram a number of people commented as though I were relating a real story. I had to insist it really was fiction. 🙂

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.

One Way Out

Published July 5, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

One Way Out

Down to his last.

Around the table, laughter, bravado and scorn.

Stacks so fat, they don’t care.

For Mickey, it’s not even about cards anymore.

Watching hawk-like, for a scratch or sigh.

1 mistake away.

A pair of kings and some breathing room.

Bluffs his next hand.

And feels the blood rush back.

Lithograph from Charles A. Alston, New York Public Library Digital Collection, Public Domain

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