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Lullaby

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

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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

4th of July

Published July 4, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

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The wind was full of music.

In pulsating waves he heard Mariachi, Grateful Dead and radio.

Accented by whistling explosions that cut all the rhythms.

There was no conductor for the chaos,

just random ebb and flow, moving with the leaves.

His little dog was terrorized,

panting and trying to disappear inside the washing machine.

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Drawing by Eugene Zimmerman, New York Public Library Digital Collection, in the Public Domain

Fever in the Funk House

Published May 13, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

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Friday night, workin’ the stoop.

Thinking over the odds.

Lady luck don’t give a…

She’s fickle, Mickey’s in a slump.

Put his last 25 bucks on a hard 10.

Felt pretty good, this time it came back around.

Had a hot hand, you know how it goes.

A little walkin’ around money for the weekend.

A Difficult Summer for Flying

Published May 7, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

 

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They built themselves a flying machine.

A bird with a wind up mechanism that flapped its wings.

It was the only time they all had that year.

It flew towards the lake and was lost in the weeds.

Mickey tried with all his might to stop it from becoming the story of their time together.

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Sometimes we desperately want to control the narratives we remember.

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