Grilled Cheese

Published July 31, 2018 in Pete Nieves - 0 Comments

Grilled Cheese

Pete ad his wife had 6 kids.

Last thing they needed was a dog,

so they adopted a German Shepard puppy.

After having it for about a month,

it started acting strangely,

wouldn’t eat, lethargic,

growled when you rubbed his tummy.

Finally broke down and took him to the vet.

$500 later an X-ray showed that

he had swallowed Xenita’s doll, whole.

“We’ll have to do surgery to remove that”

said the vet, “Or he’s going to die.”

“How much will that cost?”

“About three thousand dollars.”

“I don’t have that kind of money.”

The kids were beside themselves.

Pete wanted to give him

a special last meal.

Thought about cooking him a steak,

but he couldn’t bring himself to spend that much

on a dog was going to be put down anyway.

So they made him a grilled cheese sandwich.

Next thing you know he’s jumping

up and down at the door.

He runs outside and takes huge dump.

Out pops the doll, and he’s as good as new.

“Three thousand bucks” said Pete,

“All we had to do was feed him grilled cheese.”

Their Own Fault

Published July 26, 2018 in Huge - 0 Comments

Their Own Fault

The Donnelly chin

and the Donnelly tragedy.

The old man was an alcoholic,

violent and mean,

he wound up with wet brain.

His grandson lived out his life

in infamy, as well.

Stole from his own mother and brother.

Just robbed them blind without remorse.

That came later,

when he got hepatitis

and his liver was crying.

The regret slowly crept in

and ruined his skin.

He told himself for the thousandth time,

“They went into business with me,

it was their own fault.”

Corrected His Form

Published July 15, 2018 in Musicians and Actors , Pete Nieves - 0 Comments

Corrected His Form

Pete just finished a set

playing bongos in the Felipe Suarez Big Band.

Then his phone blew up.

“Yeah?”  he answered.

“You broke his fucking nose?” a slightly shrill voice

yelled from the other end.

“He swung at me first,” said Pete.

“You broke his fucking nose! You’re a boxer,

you could’ve blocked or ducked him.”

“He swung at my nose. I just corrected his form.”

“Do you know who he is?”

“No…some punk.”

“He’s the district attorney’s son.”

“So?” said Pete.

“He will ID you.”

“Yeah? And? He swung at me first,

it was self defense.”

“Five minutes.” the stage manager said, poking his head into the green room.

“Gotta go.”

“You need to get outta town. “

He hung up the phone without responding

thinking of Havana in April.

Anela

Anela

Saint Michael, the prince of angels,

fought the dragon and defeated it.

He and his army went to battle

with Satan, his dragon and his army of angels.

The devil prevailed not.

Saint Michael, protector and warrior,

stood for the children of his people.

He fought for them and won again.

Like all angels, he is a messenger of God.

His nature is spirit. In action,

he is servant and messenger.

Moving like an electron between spaces,

making quantum leaps.

And although he questioned why God

wanted to create humanity, he was spared.

His army of angels perished in flames

for arguing that God should not have created man.

Why then, was Michael spared?

Perhaps because his loyalty was never in question.

Makin’ Time

Published July 7, 2018 in Carmine , Lizette - 0 Comments

Makin Time

“She was beautiful,” Carmine said. “Since we were kids, she always liked me. I knew how to make her laugh.”

“Her boyfriend was a wiseguy. He and his crew, they were young,

we were all young, maybe twenty five or twenty six.”

“Whenever he went off to jail, she’d come over and knock on my door.

She’d say ‘Let’s party!’. She liked doing heroine.”

“He was crazy jealous. Whenever he got out, I’d disappear,

make myself scarce.”

“One time he gets out and he sees my best friend, Izzie, talking to her.

Next thing you know, he and his crew jump out of a car and they beat him

within an inch of his life. He spent two months in the hospital. He was never the same.”

“He got sent back to jail for that. And Lizette comes knocking on my door.

I wasn’t going to answer this time, but I couldn’t say no to her.”

“So, one day, I’m riding the Staten Island ferry to work

and there he is, with his goons. They all walk up to me and surround me.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Hey, Joey.”

“I don’t know why, I wasn’t afraid. He shakes my hand and they all

just walk away. Fucking miracle. That was God working in my life.

He knew I was making time with her while he was on the inside.”

The Contender

Published July 2, 2018 in McFay , Musicians and Actors - 0 Comments

The Contender

The Contender

It was a summer theater production

of Edward Bond’s The Sea.

Part of the repertory

of a rundown playhouse

in a small Connecticut town called Ivoryton.

McFay was playing Hatch, the draper.

Drinking in the bar after the dress rehearsal.

“Witches! Hussies!” he bellowed across the bar.

“Keep it down. I’ll put you out on your ear.”

said McMahon, the bartender.

“I’ll have you know, I was once someone

people bought tickets to see.” said McFay.

“Is that so? I was once someone

who got a lot of tickets

and had lots of people to see.” answered McMahon.

“How about another?”

“You’ve had enough, my friend.”

“All’s well that ends well.” said McFay, suddenly deflated.

“What do I owe you?”

“It’s on me.” said McMahon.

“You’re a gentleman and a scholar.”

“I’m neither.” said McMahon.

Month and a Half

Published June 26, 2018 in Eve , Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Month and a Half

Jack met Eve in the driveway.

She was sitting in her black Honda Fit.

She had just washed it.

You could barely see the dents from the last accident.

“Do you think they’ll repo my car?” She asked, mildly panicked.

“What do you mean?”

“They put this on the front door of the house.” She said, showing him a letter that was crumpled from her anxiety.

“How far behind are you?”

“It’s not my fault, I had the accident and I couldn’t Uber for three weeks.”

“How far behind?”

“I don’t know, maybe a month and a half. It’s not like I’m not trying.”

“Why don’t you call them? You can work something out.”

“Fuck them, I’m not calling them. No way.”

Jack didn’t reply. She was his daughter and what’s he going to say?

Piquant

Published June 22, 2018 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Piquant

When the marriage ended

Max was away writing a book about the endocrine system.

By the time he got back,

Ophelia and her mother had already packed

a massive steel shipping container full of all their stuff.

He was left with virtually nothing.

She gave him 3 forks, 3 chipped bowls,

and a set of green plates that she didn’t like.

After that, she would drop by periodically

to take something else.

Like picking treats off a carcass.

One time she showed up unannounced

and took most of the rose bush.

“I took a course in roses” she said,

“I can propagate these.”

Then she came by again

and took two huge pieces of the cactus.

“I found a great recipe.”

A third time, she went into his closet

and took all of his silk underwear

(a gift from her mother on his birthday).

“My mother needs these back.

She’s making Romulus and Remus

little outfits. You don’t mind do you?

It’s not like you ever wear them.”

Father’s Day

Published June 19, 2018 in Eve , Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Fathers Day

There were stains on his jacket, coffee or wine. They had been there so long he didn’t see them anymore.
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad.” Eve said.
She handed him a bouquet of yellow and red flowers. Sunflowers, zinnias and some carnations.
“Read the card, it’s funny.”
Jack opened the envelope and read it and laughed.
“Yes, you do.” He said remarking on something she had written. It was well after three in the afternoon. He had made himself pancakes and poached eggs in the morning to celebrate, alone.
This used to be a day like his birthday where there was some overture to make him feel loved. But since the marriage had ended, he had to make do on his own.
Eve came through in the end and miracle of miracles also did the dishes.
There is a God.

Princess

Published June 9, 2018 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Princess

She’s the princess of the garden.

Sage blossom.

Alpha and the omega.

I kissed her,

and wondered, “Was that too much?”

She looked back

with that tolerant

“I know you, you’re human.”

“I love you anyway.”