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Hour Eleven – Write a poem about laughter without ever using the words, laugh, laughter, or giggle.   The Stand-Up Act   Everyone was happy, I could see. Everyone, that is, except me. I was on a roll, out to troll the good folk of…

Brewed in the inner most part of my being, My smile escapes It travels It blooms It spreads its tentacles across the four walls of the earth It radiates Like wild fire Its contagious touch turns everything and everyone into a smiling movement   It…

She was a twinkle in Grandfather’s eye my lovely, precious mother Objectified. An icon. Not human. But she was my mother! She would be 96 this year were it not for erections and selections of commodities like me. She was my MOTHER! My mother, my…

10      Understand   Metal door creaks open on rusty mailbox The fire red flame decals flaking off Do no step in front of passing cars   Though the library waits steps away I remain eager to grab that packaged Book inside to read…

Spaghettios rule a treat so cool, after school makes me miss youth’s kiss.   – Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022

“Nah, I’m good, thanks.” -Not Very Hungry Hippo

Hour – 1   You always thought, the leopards are violent, they are a sinner in your eyes It’s the Almighty who gave them such lives Even if they crave peace, they are helpless. You presumed they are fierce this is the eternal ethos He…

When the tickle hits her head splayed back mouth wide eyes squinty tearing, the most gorgeous joy flows from her entire being fully, shamelessly, contagiously. She is captivating. intoxicating. She is rapture.

I called you in as salve for my loneliness and you appeared to be a gift from the powers— the intercession of spirit pulling strings   You wanted me to dance with you brow to brow cheek to cheek hip to hip— in perfectly balanced…