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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.

Fourth of July

Published June 4, 2016 in Mickey - 0 Comments

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Mickey hears music everywhere, even in his dog’s barking.

We’ll rally round the flag boys, rally once again, shouting the battle cry of Maytag.

My Guitar Don’t Weep

Published May 31, 2016 in Mickey - 0 Comments

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She stutters sometimes, with the syncopation.

Hums and purrs when she’s in the pocket.

Speaks Latin, mixolydian, dorian, and gypsy.

And she’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind.

Don’t get me wrong, she can be tender.

But tears are for violins and cellos.

Not this rough and tumble girl from round the way.



There’s more sides to Mickey than tragedy. The boy can flat out throw down.

That’s his guitar.

Stay tuned, they’re going to mix it up.

The Deluge

Published May 31, 2016 in Maria , Mickey - 1 Comment

The Deluge

You have to feel for the poor bastard. He’s had better days.

This one was like a kick to the stomach.

Hopefully, he’ll get through this.


Published May 26, 2016 in Maria , Mickey - 0 Comments


This was a painful experience for Mickey.

He had those shoes for years.

Had the same cobbler fix them all three times.

They got really comfortable once they were broken in.

Y 2 K

Published May 22, 2016 in Mickey - 0 Comments


The spirits had spoken to both competing sisters.

The instructions were clear.

Prepare for the end of days.

Gather firewood and canned food.

Leave Mickey in Brooklyn.

Tell him you’ve had enough, that you are taking the children to a shelter.

Then take a Greyhound to Orlando.

This comes directly from “Spirit”, not from us.

We meet Mickey. And things immediately get interesting.

Maria, the mother of his kids, is close to her family.

And, as you can see, they got caught up in that whole year 2000 end of the world nonsense.