Beneath a Midnight Sky

“ Eagerly Awaiting “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Eagerly awaiting seated around a table red illumination face-to-face diverted gazes levitating vases and lampshades carnations on séance tables slithering ash trays unexplained cobwebs on faces paws stroking calves and ankles buzzing sensations bats flapping in faces becoming inundated by spirit communications having put salt on their tails ...

“ Purplish Lips “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Purplish lips dotted with mahagony flowers yellowish-olive decorative and popular leathery fronds being pulled apart when the flowering stops then discarded leaving deep yellow marks and maroon blotches new growth showing at the top keeping a careful watch for downward arching yellow-spotted green margins as edible rootstock of mottled rose-pink orange having been sown in Spring distinguishing globular green ...

“ Most Commonly “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Most commonly tall and leggy mature tips used for propagation moistened equal parts uncovered pots slight swelling under bark thinly marked yellows and oranges being moderately watered buttons-on-a-string dryed out completely fresh offsets in Spring speckly spider lilies shabby and untidy when reaching flowering size crossbarred and striped red undersides hours of warm sunlight looking gingery fine...

“ A Cool Winter’s Rest “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán A cool winter’s rest recharged energy blunt-tipped leaves marbled pale and dark greens edged with yellow freshly topdressed flowers developing into scented heads slightly indented gradually turning red splayed cut ends watered plentifully undulating edges fleshy trailing stems striking berries nipped out regularly ...

“ The Normal “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán The normal comblike spines hairlike ribtypes shown in medium light being allowed to dry pressed lightly prickly cacti stiff and grasslike narrow stripes humidity kept high light being filtered through blinds indirect sunlight light to deep lilac intertwining divided lengthwise from one-to-five yellow spines coarse sand and perlite only opening at night irregular knoblike as insurance against rotting fan-shaped fronds post potting and repotting into bowls pans and baskets transparent fine and hairy watered sparingly cuttings kept in bags roots trailing promoting branching via vigorous parent plants yielding plethora’s of plantlets ...

“ Tipping a Scale “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Tipping a scale as headlines of record revealing chief suspects having committed terror listening to respected experts seemingly projecting readiness in setting after setting committing surgery if necessary being saved from imminent death via luminaries whispering and whistling mood shifting uncovering disturbing quandaries questioning credibility clipping wings of advocacies cross examining grandstanding attacks magnifying peculiarities attempting to squelch the terrible switching momentum clues intercepted detecting true identities with every exaction and test leading to apprehension without pretense getting let down gently as of yet no deaths having foiled dastardly acts in coordinated fashion under surveillance peering into rosettes as simple offsets while absorbing water forming short leaf stalks only inches tall lance shaped and glossy flowers borne via tubers and corms required moisture eve...

“ Catch Me If You Can “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Catch me if you can as if by magic tipping the scales overbearingly ironclad undetected then flimflammed by hidden cameras raising red flags while oscillating to jazz all through a gin glass being convincingly mastered singly and repeatedly clasping hands together as if in prayer palms hot and damp like re-enacting nightmares becoming detached determined to be “Old Hat” forming formidable challenges in a crackdown on the impaired hailed as an anthema to ectoplasm jumping into a cab running the gambit of the way too fantastic as utterly affable both floating in mid air calling, “Contact!” upon taking evasive action seen back-to-back feeling totally unembarrassed by each-and-every account accepting the peculiarities of endless gatherings leaving no time for leisure or distraction prayers having been answered ...

” On the Outside “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán On the outside of the circle like expecting a biscuit after doing a trick ghosts blowing clarion whistles fading notes signaling leaving varying cool breezes hushed by a “tsk - tsk” mistaken as kisses blown by apparitional committees deemed to be “mediumistic activity” and coldly scientific with admitted validity while assuming respectability by brushing against cold cheeks and spinning spectral moonbeams featuring floating tambourines spirit hands slate messages and phosphorescent forms moving without apparent cause phantom tagalongs not knowing what is happening sounding like chains dragging ...

“ Ectoplasmic Escapades “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Ectoplasmic escapades protuberant eyes viewing furniture levitating around the room while being ballyhooed by old-time spooky spectral music clanging tambourines rocking violently scoffing experts on escapology practicing while unconscious hearing occult carnival barkers stomachs tied in knots hosted by hypnotic blondes in darkened parlors listening to ghost and goblin gossip psychically bonding with ectoplasmic quarries as worthy respondents donning black garments howling down dark passageways screaming and swearing in a deep supernatural trance ...

“ Reappearing “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Reappearing in all parts of a theater after swallowing a handful of sewing needles then bringing them out threaded to an uncanny effect likened to telepathic flim flammers while floating in mid air impressed by sleights of hand wildly contorted fearsome teeth and horns experiencing awe-filled voices to thunderous applause as throngs of reporters wave from long long warves moralists be forewarned as golden keys fit all doors seeing bob-haired phenomena becoming deeply involved in a seánce...

“ The Widening Boundry “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán The widening boundry between the known and the little known engaging in tunneling and excavating prancing barefoot on the stage showing some leg exclaiming, “ Don’t let them tame me! “ as simultaneously as shame and sensation in the drawing rooms of Back Bay being smeared in the newspapers yet still preaching peace and normalcy according to each-and-every creed emitting auras of healing mediums prescribed like botanical elixirs deemed invisible balms for the sick spirits emerging from the mist feeling both excited and uneasy like a fine tickling at the finger tips filters switched on seen swimming briskly yet being feed sparingly triggerfish angelfish parrotfish red wigglers in the top few inches laying cocoons quickly the sunnier the position the stronger the coloring each inflorescence lasting for weeks leathery arrowheaded leaves white salmon pink offcentered puckering shimmering em...

“ Cordoned Off “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Cordoned off gone wrong “It’s all according” to humiliation and outrage having moved from hobbyist curiosity to mainstream technology solving the coldest of cases being easily mistaken feeling exonerated decades later siting flamethrower campaigns feeling dazed yet savvy via a changeup by a spin-maker like whiny babies in their early stages of non-verbal communication for puppet nations in the contiguous states undergoing jiggly renovations along lost highways as seen by levitating eyes fighting off snakebites ...

“ Look “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Look at the work of four-letter words quickly turning into forty stuffing sentences with straw then failing the test the very next morning having missed obvious points like, “It seems to me” and “at least from my point of view” while hedging against incompetence as unmentionables in each and every sense by touching on the touchiest of subjects such as death and madness saying, “passing away” “meeting their maker” mixed in with lighter cliches like, “kicking the bucket” “cashing in their chips” “handing in their dinner pails” “innocent” and “simple” and “off of their trolley” with and without any apology feeling, “sultry” and “steamy” and “seldom at ease” becoming insufferably “tedious” deemed, “pet peeves”spouting unfinished soliloquies repeatedly...

“ Dismissed “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Dismissed in a single sentence very telling common sense lacking in hysterics said matter-of-factly sinking back asking, “What are the chances of dying in a painless manner?” barely beginning to count across sprawling stamping grounds flat footed and scowling feeling stubbornly human now moving rapidly through shortening shadows stroking still-sweaty necks having suffered extended hot spells attempting to distill the smells of dew-wet meadows ...

“ Too Perfect “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Too perfect next-time opportunities eyes moist but never really crying stars realigning heavy chested and leathery sordid confessions half sitting in bed being hardly mentioned like lowered heads with no sign of recognition whatsoever snorting from the bottom of the belly half-closed eyes of memory swelling crescendos stampeding horsemen as serious contenders being relieved of dullness bent over doubled descending hubbubs becoming snow covered ...

” Today “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Today was “keeper” day for the especially endangered on many many occasions after taking brief breaks feeling more and more estranged far and away lacking in training unconstraned deathbed behavior crowding to the table far from stable begging conversation concussed jarring monotony as orchestras stop waving balsa batons forming walled-in gossip fully allotted sparkling bay bodies ...

“ Elements “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Elements unity coherence amplification of ideas compare/contrast tensions between paragraphs as openings that command casual analysis with endings that clinch purpose and strategy alas anonymously like parts of speech left dangling “What’s in a name?” of dedicated practices bearing fresh-cut flowers as the antithesis of anguish empty pipes in bare hands ...

“ Deeply Split “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Deeply split fired up via a filibuster lifted up from mustering up huge turn outs and detailed accounts with good old-fashioned pizazz for our lives hereafter having had dramatically different, “ Now what’s? “ within performance demands while dialing back spam and needing to take a stand having wrung tears out of romance ravenous fans winning ‘Genius’ Grants broadcast within rarified air graying haired wearing glasses as seen on giant flat screens all in “Hi-D” projecting, “Now THIS is where it’s at!” ...

“ Upticking “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Upticking sweetly deliciously deemed perfect for picking with exceptional vigor yielding vibrant mixes orange skinned carving classics healthful greens used lavishly robust seasonings carefree zippy high yielding glossy leaved pinkish-red striping rapidly ripening being harvested fresh from the vine...

“ Manifested “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Manifested as breath on a spider’s thread ...

“ To Exist “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán To exist is to act within a vast vibratory expanse by standing for a form of action while embarking unattached acting charitably and without rancor taking a meditative stance undistracted simply chanting potently magically rhythmically breathing in and out luminous coiled powers synchronized shapes and shadows venerated primal sounds...

“ Making Peace with the World “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Making peace with the world via the lady at the tea table mother and baby only occasionally displayed in any case briefly engraved being painted from nature finally dedicated having integrated modern available data conveniently rearranged via the greatest of frameworks metropolises excavated accommodatingly sophisticated socio-political organizations sacrifice and meditation accompanied by recitations offering milk mixed with water in harmony with cosmic order found right outside your door feeling several degrees warmer golden biomorphic brushed oil ...

“ Right Outside “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Right outside inside and online like the earliest ripenings of pioneer varieties by balancing sweetness and acidity into especially stunning succulents within patio tubs as dance-card fun while saving your bread crumbs for the stuffing of queen limes with blush feasting on colors spending the summer with multitudes of others stating, “It would be ungracious to grumble” while exhibiting “strong lines and exquisite colors” curled thumbs being used to offer flowering gestures to deities as “subconsciousness seals” creating the “nectar of immortality” on the tip of a ring finger extending just above the left wrist generating perpetual existential bliss ...

“The Luminous Conduits” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán The luminous conduits self-derived knowledge previously acquired as nonremembering of objects roughly corresponding to dissolving in the body temperatures dropping as seeds are harvested and propagated in the clefts of rocks by alpine gardeners yielding paradoxes from the prim and proper to suffering of hardship then left to the scholars throughout series of odd jobs while wearing the same old smock oblivious to mockery wavy blond avant-garde by proxy via the foreshortening of models having made rapid progress “During the Carnival” on stretched canvasses being painted in the open air...

“ Just As “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Just as the unwise acts attached to action while still retaining a certain formality then reporting back as subject matters hoping to provide protections from the bad but not always in the full glare of being lifted divided and replanted in order to feel fully prepared to conforming to scale but looking rather bare then applying color to canvas sharing engaging in the far less spare therefore scanning the far-more daring ...