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“Dashing “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Dashing off “snail mails” attempting to countermand confounding high-cost housing unrivaled in scope and scale moving at faster clips than in the past working classes seeking damages along comeback paths struggling families belting out brassy ballads killer whales shiny kitchen wraps shouting, “Shoo kitty” at swamp plants honoring home run champs swingin’ ‘neath circling spacecrafts pinging above Alaska emitting abstract visual languages aching sadness looking ragged holed up in homeless camps leaving slime trails retracting into spiral mantles ...

“Re-energizing” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Re-energizing juggling “apps and hats” once never imagined while staving off challenges of angered backers battling thin air placed in, “kinship care” two-parent families living with uncles aunts and grandparents gladly marching in bands adoring art classes happily going camping munching gummy candies wearing fast-casual new brands having added foot traffic to “on-the-other-hand” above average social-channel trappings post tell-tale abandonment bridging gaps extended families feeling, “no-longer-scared” ...

“Paying Ebullient Homage” by Suzán Jiván Mim & Mom-Mom Suzán Paying ebullient homage to glam rock at an open bar during a dance party and a fiddle repertoire at a night spot part iconoclast part pop cabaret dolls harkening to a ball drop with nonchalance then warping towards a tuneful stomp having once made snarky remarks while picking locks of the uncommon lack-luster blockbuster New Year’s drama being remade as a great grand opera by taking The World to our arms ...

“Broken Codes” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Broken codes blistering testimony wrenching events fists clenched within mid-sentence punishments upended streaking archnemisis emergency exits heated rhetoric tepid little else facing unrest with lethal force expected in response to silent dissent   wearing matching jingle jammies hearing hourly pinging apps handing out mesh bags filled with dashes of instant gratification like “Nutcracker” fans coveting cabaret rock and jazz all for a few laughs while squirming shrieking and giggling bringing hands to chins oohing and aahing in recognition of the fiercely disciplined sweaty trysts through inky nighttime rituals of grim visual fissures rattling prisons gazing inwardly with quasi-religious ferocity as thousands of ballots vanish skewed by wild dancing like apocalyptic contingency plans seized by panic attacks beneath soaring cathedral ceilings replete with subconscious delirium...

“Marveling” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Marveling at subsidized green slime underwriting an over-fertilized environment greenhouse gases rising mounting biodiversity crises shy farmland birds on the decline insects dying unraveling wildlife oxygen-depleting algae devastating pig disease spreading wildly defensively becoming frugal to the point of being labeled, “stingy” bedeviling planning lying tight-fisted bare pushing up costs of sausages and meatballs ramping up lamb and beef as well as poultry in order to offset shortfalls large cleavers bloodied slabs masses gathering to blankly stare while compulsively washing hands ...

“Channeling Nostalgia” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Channeling nostalgia booming at random after twisting an ankle and feeling harried in search of someone who matters looking garish doing stand-up stretching out double vowels like pulled taffy with prowess smoothed by magical wooden dowels during hours-upon-hours of smiling back from a rarified tangle of romance in the heart of “Screenland” removing masks at long last minus back stabbers traveling meandering paths in checkered cabs frittering away cash having been bruised by marriage left in a bramble of extended family seeking seasonal cheer in shallow seas while tying bowlines to trees as swimming endangered lizards watch intently from snow-white beaches white caps crash backwater shadows flash unguided packages blue channels Sunfish sails shifting arcs of sand ...

“Tending” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Tending to and spending time getting by within a long goodbye seeking peace of mind just happening to coincide with trust and compromise with what lies all along the by-and-by at Christmas Time as the essence of, “The Good Life” prioritized by world-wise kindness while headed for overtime...

“ Sources of Inspiration “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Sources of inspiration getting back with the gang experiencing renewed well being offering ever-expanding intimacy minus grief via enhanced seating plus comfort and safety for horse-drawn sleighs with lots and lots of storage space plus-hoof-print navigation with pivot-and-lock cross braces providing minute-by-minute tracking information for eight tiny reindeer takeoffs measured in candy canes ...

“Filling the Void” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Filling the void gutted by layoffs hollowed-out ghost papers of climate change nameless faceless fake issues raised to a higher plane in family conversations sitting at the kitchen table remaking a passing game moving competition-inflated players on-the-field with exhilaration claiming, “The rules they are a-changin’” via betting and engagement like in-game modern day gladiators on a team of rookie replacements winning the playoffs while gambling on game-changing mistakes ...

“Aha Moments” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Aha moments in partly to sunny tomorrows bracing for imminent intercontinental missiles along with rooftop vomiting under conditions of anonymity left in violent limbo after barring immigrants and refusing to lift crushing sanctions prompting “fire and fury” due to leader-to-leader failing negotiating skills told to be ready by the commander-in-chief for a threateningly vindictive barrage of tweets post impeachment yet never really recovering from instability while flailing with steep random demands within crawdads’ atmospheric tales seemingly feeding bottomless demands while watching and wailing for spiking horror sales ...

“Barring the Unforeseen” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Barring the unforeseen through snacks and sparring switching parties claiming to be, “Beating everybody by a lot!” bearing, “Letters of Scarlet” choosing to withhold articles as the Silicon ultra-rich fizzle into, “rich-ish” antitrust officials pulling strings after over sleeping in luxury suites underneath blond braided wigs offering galling indignity becoming accustomed to milking cities of far-flung loyalties savoring pre-game beers lining up to punt rising and thundering, “Block it! Block it!” ...

“Abuses of Power” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Abuses of power in plain view danger persisting the risk is real as non-adherence to principles building legacies upon scrambled allegiances embodying the upheaval of deeply dug-in feelings between dueling districts splitting the gnarly issues of the futility of unconvincing Grinches stealing Christmas dart-throwing women winning World-Throwing Championships like paradoxically optimistic catastrophists with American ax fetishes chopping ‘til they drop ...

“Different Definitions” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Different definitions clearing beds turning stretchers infected or infarcted stents in the hospital How can that be organic material? needing to frequently replace teeth due to eating tough material topped off by human greed depleting even abundant species leading to extinction straining plankton to eat sipping symbiotic bacteria even weirder than imagined traveling like “switchbacked” twisting paths ...

“Control is Key” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Control is key to prodding startups suspected of espionage like unremarkable pencil marks in response to dominant computing arms including serving subpoenas of impeachment in National Security proceedings deemed, “closed and secret” being heavily redacted and lacking in accountability ceding nothing while putting a birdie to victory ...

“Stripped Back” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Stripped back by a lack of traction by so-so candidates suspended immaculately in mid air with bursts of miscast wails from pummeled brands after coming out of baffling nowheres contesting ebb-and-flow rebellions filled with lapsing creds of booby-trapped bombshells donning prosthetics baring backpacks of ball-bearing shrapnel as morality tales told out of the grasp of blown-back matter of facts going by new names via the nomenclature of finger puppets and paper trains like artists as curators looking hippy-dippy happy today ...

“On the Rise” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán On the rise as no surprise top right while writing upright stage-right style kept in rhyme read left to right listening to spinning vinyl assemblage style in a zeitgeist climate on the fly via “Artistic-License” prototypes as shown in a spiral ...

“Pressing On” by Suzán Jiván Mom& Mom- Mom Suzán Pressing on into the margins out of a job as a lopsided top adviser for little-known types supersized while in confinement and left untitled being labeled, “Gravity-Defying” and aggrandized by ever-higher prices getting energized by mesmerizingly tactile incisors dyed violet like numberless lives doing skintight time clockwise...

“Handling Wiretaps” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Handling wiretaps uncovered staggeringly by assailants after coming under surveillance completely at random while rambling in rental vans for armored armed attackers breaking through paralysis by the write-down of natural gas outpacing demand having gone beyond daring as record smashers gone rampant ...

“ A False-Color Mosaic “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán A false-color mosaic of the strange and the unexplained like terrains as tantalizing places blasting salt water into space fissures rakes and evenly spaced as stunning geysers in tiger- striped eruption rates cratered lakes of methane gate-crashing annihilation preserved as a faint life-sustaining liquid state blue orbs that make headway devoted to icy and far-way observation being pulled into round shapes and given mythical nicknames upon excavating graves ravaged by tomb raiders revealed via X-rays of recovered trafficked remains ...

“Reporting Fallout” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Reporting fallout lacking in endorsements feeling ignored speeding off towards articles of impeachment as a top priority of an anonymous majority disguising spying for hard-liners riding light rail lines to undermined over-hearing climates being re-encrypted as, “true-to-life” ...

“Milestone Moments” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Milestone moments like carte blanche constellations of stars sounding twinkling alarms as agitprops for androgynous mezzo-sopranos replaced by atomic bombs playing their problematic parts as wildly popular catastrophic phenomenons like unrecognizable patriarchs facing criminal charges in each and every genre being deemed, “unpopular” right from the start seen as, “disarming” pulsing with false promise nicknamed, “Pop Stars” ...

“Sudden Eruptions” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Sudden eruptions debunked upon summoning up long-running broad discussions skewing the results punctured by a hush-hush blistering public lacking in full trust plagued by intrusive untruthful troubles playing catch-up with bone marrow whistle-blower transplants as standoffs while going back-and-forth like tarnished and flawed sports jaw-dropping collared watch dogs appearing on “Wheels of Fortune” scoreboards choirs singing from lofts performing with a parody of voices becoming increasingly caustic getting heard as “somewhat sophomoric” ...

“On the Brink” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán On the brink as overly hefty “trudging aheads” declining to comment upon missing the mark like aging Barbie Dolls as popular polyester mirages with strong affinities for calling, “Cheese!” yet nothing too scrappy like re-mastered doobie-band anthems neither shuffling nor slouching donning oxford button-down throwback collars while chanting, “Howl, Howl, Howl” in retro downtown apps ...

“Imaginatively Unchained” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Imaginatively unchained in avoidance of spoilers hula dancers mounted on dashboards as a matter of course ambulances roaring towards appallingly exploitive night stalkers outpouring unctuous hauntings strutting awkwardly on a littered catwalk refuting glamour cherishing the dismantling of a blank canvas ...

“Harsh Cameras” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Harsh cameras pop sounds canned aristocrats rarely matching strait-jacketed tales over tangled over parented way-out-there personal pronouns as the here-and-the-now never allowing principle characters along hidden-tracked epochal albums showing shiny bald patches neither meat nor dairy like rugged-class smarty pants stalking pipe cleaner brands along all-the-more grizzly paths wisecracks on tap wide-waled pants flannel plaids speaking rambling ramshackle tavern slang sirens blare lights flash off camera...

“Lacking Color” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Lacking color feeling stunned at the peril of our republic as all-of-a-sudden disgruntlement black smoke billowing up like clouds of corruption leading to the obstruction of justice becoming more-and-more difficult to stomach perilously compulsive and totally self-destructive baring teeth eyes bulging chomping on Double Bubble Gum wads looking like slugs of mistrust young adults’ rugs pulled out from under by drug-running thugs living on the cusp of violent gang studies looking thin and hard-bitten deformed stick figures of the underprivileged having been devastated by forbidding apocalyptic visions ink-squirting giant squids ...

“Unheard Facts” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Unheard facts landing way back hooded shackled final chapters gun battles’ wrenching detail neatly clad in black redaction like full-scale thwarted access being cloaked in embarrassments more gruelingly than glamorously in harassment scandals’ spectacular collapses as scrapped plans seen as “radioactive” by far-flung inhabitants leaping into action fearlessly dancing feverishly tapping to music blasting into thinning air  zealously cheering, “Whooo-whee!” from apple to zebra ...

“Off Balance” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Tongue-lashed off balance startling turnabouts scrambling calculus civilians attacked shaking ground surging greenhouse gas following garbage trails political scandals founded new whiskey labs denounced anthems rockets leaving fiery launch pads sleep-disrupted nightmares...

“Plans Came and Went” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Plans came and went into off center hunts-and-pecks plus, “Couldn’t care lesses” as Tweety to Sylvester, “He don’t know me very well, do he?” Yogi to Boo Boo, “Nuts and berries? Yuck!” Bullwinkle to Rocky, “ Hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat; Wrong hat!” as sticking points to earlier plans of “this-and-that’s” visceral reactions shouted up to the rafters years afterwards by The Invisible Man having failed to get out of an overcrowded sticky jam ...

“Unconscious Bias” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Unconscious bias going viral cockeyed kinds circling clockwise hung out to dry unrefined diehard minds looking decidedly un-office-like while guzzling fluorescent light above shelves billed as, “lending libraries” amid low-lying belt tightening loops running crosswise...  

“In Unusual Numbers” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán In unusual numbers coming under harsh discussion while running out the clock in a paralyzed economy of hobbled small farmers land-rich and cash-poor holding one nostril above water while carrying out chores feeding watering mourning no-longer-crossing cattle forced to perform with twirling torches as squawking cantankerous sorts running down sows hand-milking cows unblinkingly looking at might-have-beens heavily armed with weaknesses upon disembarking off secret flotillas of climatically brittle plot twists filled with explicit grimness having been whipsawed into submission by freeze-framed monsoon missiles while staring at bulgey-eyed pond fish fiery scales glistening spring flooding hardly farming slipping away click-baited disinformation heavy rain early snow taking their toles wheat canola grain bins exploding borrowing rotting mottos yielding swampy horrors of unharvested barnyard me...

“Going Awry” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Going awry racing against time like climate crises’ deadlines by the smart and the polite having proposed ceasefires in wildfires while peeking from beneath asbestos shrouds of secrecy concealed in measured agreements seeking cool-headed peace no fuss no flash yet hurting our chances to embattled CO2 dismantlements well afterwards lined in white flags minus their stars and their stripes with temperatures on the rise non-disclosures filed heated rivals threatening Fahrenheit violence science access denied in once-upon-a-time fairy-tale storylines on a glaring Black Friday ...

“Issues to Woo” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Issues to woo giant blow-up balloons along gusting parade routes on Thanksgiving Day enthusiasts made anxious as gawking spectators wait for Santa’s sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer lead by reeled-in behemoths hulking between 50 to 60 feet while themed floats sail down wind-tunnel streets and marching bands blow roots and tweets ...

“Seeking Promise Relieving Pain” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Seeking promise relieving pain making the case for desired change while ascribing blame for coming up lame exclaiming,  “They shoot horses, don’t they?!” while labeling K9s as shamelessly undiscriminating lapping up the galaxy gravy of The Big Bang having been bathed in healing microwave radiation expanding at a phenomenal rate offering unification as located in a lemon-sized doggie brain showing deep affection for Homo sapiens lovingly bonding on vastly popular mongrel boulevards ...

“Subtle Signals” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Subtle signals Latin for, “little thief” classic editing not just for me ferreted in brief looking freaky hiding in loads of leaves predominantly greens of random splatterings shadows cast lacking weight and gravity practically flattened by the dint of the facts still taking a bit of a chance having once had a bad trip into, “perhaps” wearing black eye masks on the diagonal ...

“In Upcoming Days” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán In upcoming days ramped-up campaigns sharply divided off stage as all the rage of disinformation flushing out false statements failing to demonstrate against blazing slates lacking curation like checked-out paintings into flat mesa landscapes blooming standard stays via cover illustrations themed, “ transcience and transportation” portraying alienation while tinkering with Bluetooth enabled radios wheeling shabby suitcases appalled by ”planed” skyscrapers collapsing in flames ...

“Disappearing Beneath Thinning Canopies” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Disappearing beneath thinning canopies invariably retreating backwards short bodies light limbs sparsely distributed unpredictable warming conditions growing rogue teeth cropping leafage with enormous lips tiny ears wiggling forming watertight lids suckling its young with only one hump rather than double moving uncountable tons mercilously hunted bearing short tufts smelling of musk ...

“There Might Be” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán There might be a wormhole in the center of our galaxy as land plants grab genes from other species seen riding on e-bikes while bubble subs dive into a profusion of life luring terns to breed on island nesting sites triggering camera traps of silver-backed land animals plus crusts of bacteria and ancestors of algae harnessing the power of adaption via an escape hatch into phantom negative gravity ...

“Giving Our All-in-All” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Giving our all-in-all like loose-limbed narratives of doubtless champions due for rebranding side-parted hair tipping their hands while picking motives out of a hat challenging sleight-of-hand as stagnant flashbacks with arid patches in defacto aftermaths of supernatural bafflements incapable of zapping hapless anguish and unutterable tragedy as shuttered cameras mimic tongue-clacking crassness luring fans of back-and-forth fantasy brands avidly clamoring for charismatic glamorous nostalgia shifting barriers burning flags leaking not-so-secret emails derailing high-speed train links via irregular diplomacy and makeshift ropes’ bows and arrows escaping on ladders stinging water cannons fires tear gas emergency powers zip-tied hands overturned face masks ...

“Gazing Quizzically” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Gazing quizzically still milling at stage lips after tanking economies becoming engulfed in fogs of color by clowning darlings as cavalier caveats to worlds of angsty choreography uncannily meandering with twitchy fragility feeling unintentionally funny after taking the plunge into vulnerability never looking up from euphoric nighttime hunts stealthily strutting with triumphal love ...

“Needing Second Helpings” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Needing second helpings of clown-assembly levity appearing endearingly perplexed in all their innocence donning thick turtlenecks speaking dreamscape nonsense as serendipitous yet mesmerizing mischief blowing blizzards of tissuey confetti at tear-jerker endings ...

“Highly Irregular” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Highly irregular forceful and unflappable news analysis cameras clacking in vaporous clouds housed in The Capitol with stern stares and rapidly shot-up hands as combat veterans turn into diplomats staging epic clashes leading to collapsing social programs pushing back with madly snapped photographs capturing look backs at corrupt artifacts like the unspoken rules on campuses while dangling antiquated four-figure price tags having been ravaged by gases still hanging in the air mace and pepper spray penetrating mucous membranes strait-laced hitting the brakes walking can’t be safe first names in potent fragrances delving into heartache as hand-cranked incantations as scrawled on gulag walls no questions raised ...

“Thrust Into the Glare” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Thrust into the glare of overbearing flashbacks while under strict surveillance during gargantuan prayer chants broadcasted as hardscrabble podcasts of barreling legendary stature after erratic cyclonic calamities as warned by climatic forecasters unable to monitor weather disasters’ aftermaths vague and expansive in tandem with hate-crimes and gender gaps undervalued by scandal from years back in taxidermic lit paper and tobacco...

“First of a Kind” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán First of a kind formidable and feisty with an ecumenical eye for primary chief clients morphing into felines of all-the-wiser nine-lived hybrids with trippy visual rhythms into shifting positions via red, blue and green filters of slippery realities sown onto fertile green ground against marine-blue backgrounds offering a sense of encapsulated power across energy-channeled dotted-and-dashed time spans ...

“Suddenly Swarming” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Suddenly swarming telling stories of switching loyalties in a trade war as a long- standing cautionary calling into a hamlet of fruit and nut orchards filled with categories of widows and orphans all self-taught and turning tawny like primordial catchalls for storing ears that look like horns along waterfront troughs legs crossed balancing formidable red balls in between all wars as forever installments morphing into an ephemeral well off like a transitory tall-tall order ...

“A Cloud of Stigma” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán A cloud of stigma neither a legacy nor a cornerstone for tabloids being recalled as immoral online wars printed vividly as vague but ominous warnings as well as “fake” endorsements being character voiced as, “false” by half-assed sorts called, “liers”, for short along with exclamation points written in chronological order “right or wrong” as, “a little off” like iridescent pond water labeled, “poison” ...

“Plenty of Clouds” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Plenty of clouds in a countdown to cutting greenhouse emissions heightening fire risk violent winds extending into summer and winter while man-made triggers plus thin lightning strips act as ignition for invasive grassy kindling forming new ecosystems appearing on extensive study lists demanding vigilance via voice-controlled digital assistants as native seedlings die beneath a blazing sun and are eaten by cows and pigs ...

“Trying to Woo” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Trying to woo the, “Whoo-hoo!” and, “Ballyhoo!” versus “Pooh-poohing the Pooh-bah by booing” leading to, “Boo-hooing” beneath Blue Moons after eyeing, “Polka-dotted helium balloons” for preschoolers sealing the deal with curbside tilts and twirls along parade routes labeled, “Dang it!” proclaiming, “It’s AOK” as commonplace as, “retro throat dangler loop-de-loop choo-choo trains” ...

“Harvesting Parsley” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Harvesting parsley under the condition of anonymity for the glossy chic experimental luxury and unapologetic gawking dodging potholes from smuggled box people on the last legs of dangerous journeys trafficked at high risk minus public identity questioning credibility torn between surging and sinking in alternate realities with the peculiar quirks of sole entrepreneurs getting snarled in traffic swirls citing the lure of hair shirts being misheard misread or even misinterpreted proclaiming, “You’re only as good as your latest work - there’s nothing worse than overworked” while minding your minimalist business of thin ribbons and flattened brims convincingly perfecting your individualistic kicks ..

“Telling All” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Telling all printed on wall labels of self- justification for ghastly installations within the gold-plated growing ranks as, “All the rage!” pinging with incendiary tweets while blaring, “Hale to the Chief” hanging graphic motifs under flimsy anonymity brimming with fictional trivia...

“Few Defectors” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Few defectors surging unrest via undocumented protests not quite meshing while leaching heavy metals with long-lasting effects “Will there ever be an end to all that go getting?” never to be 12 as doppelgänger joke tellers vend mollusk exoskeleton comedy sketches with glistening shells of hot-temperature amplified pressures lacking in successors all in plain scent...

“A Bevy of Medals “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán A bevy of medals as a test for experts past and present asking further questions from grieving relatives over and over again while holding up photos of the dead being seen at record levels of inexplicable terrors appearing on checklist headings for fund-raising letters containing, “G’day” or “Yes’m” as abstract gestures of hummingbird energy ...

“Paying the Price” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Paying the price falling behind becoming zombified by fungi parasites sniffing pumpkin spice like a novel influenza virus along winding highways in the wild caves and mines vying for dying vibes coming as no surprise blankly staring eye-to-eye pupils dilating ...

“Terser and Snarlier Verses” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Terser and snarlier verses across flat-topped hills leading to lickety-split criticisms of facts and figures ready for the picking as a fresh billowy sheet that’s simply ravishingly like enchanting raised hands all with the air of grandeur during full-bodied dancing to too-tall a tale as a women’s pant salesman’s comeback having given no other details of the doping scandals in a tabloid romance ...

“ A Fictional Reality “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán A fictional reality, “ Thar be witches “ offering tortured English as personal grievances deemed, “God’s will” being found, “half guilty” in ancient alleyways slipping sideways like haunted minds of the wickedly precise like retro-Sci-Fi while speaking beneath unreal skies shining New Moon style ...

“Weighing Both Sides” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Weighing both sides suspended ‘til further notice fearing falling down an endless opening being re-enacted in slow motion head down earbuds in stopped and frisked hard to figure succumbing to cynical plot twists hearing pretentiously preachy self-justifying speeches avoided of reason feeling extremely sleepy in billowy white night gowns pulsing with excitement found-footage style ...

“Tying Aid” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Tying aid raising stakes recalibrating operations replacing beef with fake meat by free-wheeling chef prodigies cooking behind the scenes of the entire food industry with overwhelmingly saucy chic peas focusing on Irish Whiskey while feasting on yummy googly -eyed spiders oozing red juice from beets taking it to the streets spreading oh so gradually squinting even in glasses beneath vapor trails feeling the strain of a halt in aid while lying in state and dreaming away of re-capturing nature by haunting in our own way via ghastly impersonations from chokeholds to whistle-blowers droning, “Mano a Mano” etched on toppled-over headstones ...

“Harnessing Anger” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Harnessing anger living in an unforgiving landscape over generations streets unnamed unable to save fume-sniffing teenagers stony graves portrayed as gallery spaces plucking sea gull eggs two flights away displaying sculptures in glass cases as reconciliation hair pulled pack into neat braids once used in wig making ...

“Coming to a Halt” by Suzán Jivan Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Coming to a halt all with scant awareness as, “Scary really scary!” still lying in hospice beds lacking heartfelt candor ephemeral and varied gown clad wearing glaring allergy wristbands staring at hard-scrabble surgical masks conjuring eye-candy fantasies with fanciful abandon while alarmingly declaring, “Last chance!” ...

“Sweet and Scary” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Sweet and scary like over-scaled song and dance both anxious and enthusiastic not knowing where to land as deadpanned flowers turning into ash all with the help of Man still trading fairy tales for the solidarity of, “ever-after” offering poisoned candy languishing in browning pastures clutching hand-held cameras snakes swallowing their tails ...

“Roaring with Laughter” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Roaring with laughter badly outmatched battles of recalled talcum powder fleeing to the safety of black clouds clashing in the air and on the ground roundly denounced and unraveling ousted in the wake of scandal risking luxury brands figures dancing up stairwells treating anxiety and panic relating to the Latin for, “shadow” commanding, “Here’s a mask - wear it!”

“Feeling Like Vacuum Sealing” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Feeling like vacuum sealing body-positivity signaling relatability claiming, “It’s a cinch!” like take-it-or-leave-it plus-size divisions for first-time buyers of shape-wear designs attempting to gain insight feeling full of freestyle surprises eroding denials picking a summit site setting cease-fire aggressive timelines while living on borrowed time ...

“Picking Up the Reins” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Picking up the reins of manipulated lawmakers in telling demonstrations threatening harsh sanctions central to whistle-blower allegations grasping for answers to bridge the gaps between chitchatting casual pairs while wearing shiny-fabric backpacks moonwalking wee lads...

“ Shortly After “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Shortly after striking back leaving trails of fired ambassadors and massive calamities due to disastrous abandonment fast-unraveling backlashes hopping onto meatless bandwagons while wailing, “Good Bye Yellow Brick Road” pushing envelopes plating food for a role into previously unknown genomes of koala pigeonholes as playable as a piano of “same old same old” claiming to “Put a tiger in your tank” like an old rocket stage launched by a “zombie spendoholic” video game ...

“When They Mourn, We Mourn with Them” Gen. Joseph L. Votel by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán When they mourn, we mourn with them continuing to withdraw from the North needing to rein in chain vaping being deemed, “a betrayal” as a proliferation of flavors skyrocketing amid an invasion by targeting teenagers with “Bazooka Joe”  and “Zombie Blood” while breaking trust becoming fed up with the coverage of giving up on hard-won courage getting sent off on a lethal course by “Numero Uno” (top dog) ...

“Flooding the Air “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Flooding the air rubbing black cat whiskers against hips witchy twitchy magical history resurgingly dicey sorcery in rapid fire flames climbing spying on spies neither shy nor retiring perilously meeting defying belief veiled dreamily devotees flickering blue in synchrony “It’s never not Halloween” ...

“Zigzagging Policies” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Zigzagging policies driven by sheer unpredictabilities as seen in the highly volatile regions of secret weaponry during impeachment inquires kicking into high gear while deeply split citizenries re-imagine “Must sees” booming warbly throaty distinctively Indie like tenderness and intimacy becoming spoofingly snarky via casting trappings of food and dance reaching warily into the tatterings of artless laughing masking wartime tragedy tramping in sensible sandals into star spangled bomb flattened galleries ...

“Claiming Responsibility” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Claiming responsibility pushing for damaging information falsely vouching safety all for personal gain insisting it isn’t stimulus becoming increasingly conspicuous postscript seen as unaccredited like a TNT element stepping to the left on a bent leg shifting weight color saturated unnamed fleeting fragrances nerves becoming frayed native languages endangered and unsustainable never coming of age ...

“ Fueling Wariness “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Fueling wariness of the executive branch fragmented strategies as coldly-calculated and unabashed battles of a sadistic executive hatchet-man going on the lam in avoidance of dark nightmares getting drunk fast as a strict cultural practice for the undiplomatic when not caring what happens repeatedly chanting, “I did it by accident!!!” ...

“Soothing Clues” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Soothing clues to the radically retooled while continuing to shoot for the stars by alluding to cartoony mushroom music feeling in the mood of the firmly rooted to-be-determined acoustically upbeat tunes like the emancipation music of dandelion poufs as muse ...

“Backtracking” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Backtracking stabbed in the back irresponsible actions fearing backlash repeatedly slamming lawmakers’ inactions getting caught up in scandal refusing to reveal taxes while imposing damaging tariffs using, “Are not!” as a comeback for totally “out of whack” as a messy reality of, “Not exactly!” hearing manic ramblings keeping barf bags handy ...

“Looking After Looking Afar” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Looking after looking afar for indelible marks in the fine arts being chartered prominently as nonprofits commanding batons paradoxically nonstop hit squarely in the blind spot of noncompliance from the middle part as performed in a live concert of chart-toppers at the park cheered on atop bedrock labeled, “edgy-and-artsy” love object counterparts echoing into chasms of darkness by silent scream-stars...