The 4th Impression

Published October 26, 2018 in Max , Milla - 0 Comments

The 4th Impression

Got all gussied up.

Because, let’s face it,

you only have one chance

to make a 4th impression.

Because the first never goes as planned.

The second, you have more latitude,

but it could be just infatuation.

The third, well, who cares by then?

It’s the 4th that really makes or breaks it.

Max wore his blue suit

with the silk Deco tie.

And those shoes he bought

from Portugal.

He reasoned, “What have I got to lose?”

She thought, “Hmm…he’s a clothes horse. I can work with that.”

Silk Panties

Published October 25, 2018 in Milla - 0 Comments

Silk Panties

Cartwright texted her a photo

of himself in mauve and slightly off white

woman’s panties.

“Nice color.” she replied.

He sent her another one with him in red.

Crimson with black lace.

“Oh, boy” she thought,

“He’s high maintenance.”

They met.

He was feminine,

but restrained.

“i’d like you to be excited

about me wearing those panties.”

he said, almost apologetic.

“Yeah” said Milla,

“I’m not going to be.

I could pretend, but that’s not me.”

“Oh, I see.” said Cartwright.

“Would you prefer I lie?” asked MIlla.

“No, no. Tell me the truth.” he said,

looking past her across the building.

Viking Queen

Published October 23, 2018 in Milla - 0 Comments

Viking Queen

Milla was type cast,

as the “Crying Mother”

in film after film.

Little did they know

that the particular

deep and penetrating sorrow

had a source.

It was not faked,

or over acting.

It was raw emotion.

You don’t get to be Queen

without suffering.

You can not lead,

if you can not overcome.

She was the Ingenue,

the star of a regional production

of Pippy Longstocking.

And he was her sinister lover.

He was possessive to the extreme.

Jealous with a vengeance.

He hurt her.

He beat her.

She got away from him.

and that town.

She not only survived,

she found herself,

it was her first test

in becoming Queen.

A Viking Queen,

leader of women and men.

The Fox Stole

Published October 22, 2018 in Milla - 0 Comments

The Fox Stole

The woman was three sheets to the wind.
Wearing an old black fur stole. Might have been fox.

She could barely stand, let alone walk home.
She was the wife of her older brother’s friend.

Milla just wanted to make sure she made it home.
The woman’s cousin was also there.
Together he and Milla half carried her home.

She lived on the top floor
of a two story building.
The stairs were steep.

They managed to get her to stagger
to the top of the stairs.
He knocked on the door.

As they waited for an answer,
she began to fall backwards,
down the staircase.

Milla reached out to stop her
from falling.
She jammed her thumb,
heard it pop.

The cousin grabbed the fox stole.
It came off and she fell.
Too much for both of them.

Milla and he both looked at the stole.
It was held together
by a pin that read “Death to Capitalism.”

Hoodoo

Published October 19, 2018 in Lizette - 0 Comments

Hoodoo

“Start small with your toe in the water.

This company is going to be very special.”

said Lizette.

At the same time she was

working a side voodoo.

You know, just in case.

It’s called the “Beef Tongue Shut Up Hoodoo Spell”

Step 1: Get a beef tongue.

Step 2: Slit open the tongue, down the middle.

Step 3: Say the name of the person you want to shut up.

Step 4: Say the following spell, “I cross and cover you,

come under my command. I command you to hold your tongue.”

Step 5: Cut off a piece of the tongue,

put it in a mason jar with a piece of paper

with the name of the prosecutor.”

“What’s the worst case scenario?” asked Lizette.

“You lose a few bucks.

It’s not like you lose your dignity.”

Il Futuro

Published October 16, 2018 in Jack Sprat , Juan - 0 Comments

Il Futuro

“Lei e l’amore della mia vita.” said Jack in busted Italian.

“Ma lei non mi ama più.”

“Cosa posso fare?”

“Speak English.” said Juan.

“No se puedo.” said Jack, with a pout and slight slur.

“What’s the point of all this?” asked Juan.

“I don’t know, I’m trying to milk it for everything I can.”

replied Jack.

“How’s that working out for you?” asked Juan.

“Not well” said Jack after a long pause.

“So stop with all the drama queen bullshit.”

“You’re right, fuck her.”

“Abbastanza.” said Juan.

“Si” said Jack with a smile.

After the Rain

Published October 13, 2018 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

After the Rain

The wet ground

around the chicory.

Fading lavender blue,

hanging on for dear life.

The rain knocked a pile of oranges

off the tree.

Bringing a slight citrus memory.

A kind of melancholy,

after they fell.

You could inhale it in the air.

Jack remembered skinny dipping,

and jumping through the green water

into her laughter, muffled now with the years.

But like the smell released

by the moisture,

that moment is freed,

to come alive again,

wet and welcoming.

It hasn’t rained here for months.

He hoped the storm would linger

just for a day or two.

Chip Off the Old Block

Published October 8, 2018 in Jack Sprat , Ruth - 0 Comments

Chip Off the Old Block

Jack’s mother, Ruth, called.

“Why are your kids so short?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“My brother, James, was tall,

I’m tall, you’re tall…you’re kids are midgets.”

“That’s a terrible thing to say.” replied Jack.

“We have the tall genes on this side of the family.”

“I guess the short genes are more dominant.”

“You need to disown them.”

“Cut them out of the will.” said Ruth.

“Because they’re short?”, he asked.

“That’s right…”

“…Not just because they’re short.

They’re also disrespectful.

It’s their upbringing.”

“Alright, that’s enough..” said Jack, chuckling.

“Go back to your lair.”

Very Rude Elevator Screamers

VRES

There they were.

Just letting their voices be heard.

They’re all women.

Angry women,

Women with ideas and concerns.

Strong women.

Women with a strategy.

These women, they’re onto something.

And, frankly,

I want to serve them,

But I’m imperfect.

I’ll go to the end of the earth,

for them.

I thought about it.

You get one life,

Whose cause are you gonna trumpet?

These women,

I believe in them.

 

 

 

Anatomy of a Heart Attack

Published October 4, 2018 in Max , Ophelia , Uncategorized - 0 Comments

Anatomy of a Heart Attack

“I was in the kitchen

and he was sitting at the counter.

He looked at me and smiled.

I said,’What?’

He said and I’m not kidding,

‘If I were to ask God

to create the ideal woman,

In temperament,

disposition,

beauty,

intelligence and talent,

He could not do better than you.”

“It melted my heart”, she said.

“I just went to him and kissed him.”

“I don’t know what to say, I said.”

‘Don’t say anything.’ he replied.

You don’t have to say anything,’

Her ex Max shook his head,

“Smooth operator,

He’s a smooth operator, that guy.”