Alarms, bells, shouting, mower loudly goes this is the stuff that wakes me up grows, bellows, down ears to toes thunder, lightning – fright’ning blood shot eyes – bright’ning screech owl screaming my dreaming waking now.   – Sandra Johnson, 6/27/21  

No sleep for hours on end, Inches away from penning an ode on my bed, Haven’t even risen to stretch and bend, Typing away with one hand on my head. My eyes burning, rimmed red, But I keep going, I keep fighting, Only a mere…