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Published April 14, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments


“I found something of yours…” he said sneaking him the bird.

Then later, “Did you leave this in the break room?”

Pulling the finger out from his pocket.

Finally, as they were getting on the elevator.

“Your wife called and asked me to give you this.”

Mickey wondered how this asshat got to be CEO.

Butterfly Kiss

Published March 21, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Butterfly Kiss

Mickey couldn’t remember who.

Taught him the eyelash brush across the cheek.

A tender, whisper of a kiss.

Now he shared it with his little boy.

And watched the ideas converge gently in his innocence.

He felt a bit embarrassed.

But there was no one else around.

Just the two of them, father and son.

Mickey, Upon Being Informed By Maria That She Was With Child Decided He Had A Momentous Decision To Make, To Be Or Not To Be A Father (As If That Was A Choice); Such A Query Could Not Be Asked In Washington Heights, No It Must Be Posed Among The Native Spirits In The Wild On The Snake River, So Off He Went With Amulets, Yarrow Sticks, The I Ching, Psilocybin, A Half Quart Of Jack And An Emptied Bank Account To Wyoming

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

Snake River2

Spinning sky, clouds flying, thunder burst elastic evident.

Beaver tail slapping, fox and badger in cahoots.

Wolves visible on the distant ridge.

Calling out the Great Spirit via the mentor,

I Ching change visionary:

“Could I, after all the crazy car rides be…and the answer came, ‘It is favorable to cross the great water.’”

Words of Wonder

Published January 11, 2017 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Words of Wonder

This is the continuation of an earlier narrative thread that you can find here. You can also search Mickey, to find more stories involving this character.

7/4 Time

Published July 2, 2016 in Mickey - 0 Comments

Seven 4 Time
One measure of 4/4 followed by one of 3/4.

The beat missing creates a loping anticipation.

It’s oddly natural and easy to feel.

Maybe it comes from our ancient past.

When we ran through the fields to keep the beat.

Jogging with a cardiac rhythm.

Hearing the drums beating
in the wind of our breath.


Mickey’s at it again, dreaming about music and meter.

It’s what brings him joy.

And joy’s been a bit sparse as of late.