Malarkey

Published July 2, 2016 in Aretha - 0 Comments

Malarkey

A new character, the Alaskan, Aretha.

Bet you didn’t see that coming.

Where’s the fun if it’s too predictable?

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.

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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.

For Me?

Published July 2, 2016 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

For Me?

Messing around with rhyming.

Thought I’d have some fun.

Nothing wrong with a little silliness.

Cognitive Dissonance

Published July 2, 2016 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Cognitive Dissonance

Not everything is always bad or always good.

Even tragedy happens in degrees.

There’s a yang of blessing in the yin of the disorder.

For Simplicity’s Sake

Published July 2, 2016 in Jack Sprat , Ruth - 0 Comments

For Simplicitys Sake3

In our family we only had one dog name.

At one time, our grandparents and us both had dogs named Homer.

It’s very efficient.

You only have to give one command.

And call one name.

The dogs don’t care.

As long as you feed them, love them and don’t make them wear the same outfits.

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It was Ruth’s idea.

Why waste energy having to remember more than one dog name?

Keep it simple, stupid.

Can Not Tell a Lie

Published June 26, 2016 in Ralph , Ruth - 0 Comments

Can Not Tell a Lie

Another friend of Ruth’s.

Ralph’s a good guy, salt of the earth.

And he’s clairvoyant.

You’d think his numbers would hit more often than they do.

Come Here

Published June 26, 2016 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

Come Here

Yup, those are Max’s balls.

She lets him keep them on his truck.

But, hey no judgement.

He’s trying to make it work and, mostly, it does.

Eternally Grateful

Published June 26, 2016 in NY Stories , Ruth - 0 Comments

 

Eternally Grateful2

Charlie was a mobster.

He stopped by on his way to the city.

Next morning he took his girlfriend, Ginger, antiquing.

They returned with a crystal punch bowl.

“It’s so beautiful…stunning craftsmanship!” my mother said, thirty times.

“Enough”, said Charlie, “If you like it that much, it’s yours.”

Silence.

Now we owed him.

Forever.

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Why did Ruth have keep lavishing the stupid punch bowl with praise?

It wasn’t even that nice.

Now he’s going to be back when he needs something and someone’s going to have to do it.

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