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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...