Beneath a Midnight Sky

 “Led to a Rise” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Led to a rise in horrifying crypt-like basement lives  as innocent civilians seek to survive  beneath fierce fighting  by hiding from direful enemy fire …

 “Giving New Meaning” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Giving new meaning  to,  “Catching some Z’s” while screaming: “Over my dead body!” …

 “Trading Blows” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Trading blows  going in and out of focus  stolen moments  gained footholds  lost souls  left in limbo …

 “Baseless Invasion” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Baseless invasion  makeshift graves  honoring the lost  covered in rich homeland soil  blanketed by masses  of newly rooted shoots of grass …

 “Evading Escalation” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Avoiding escalation  fearing detonation  searing radiation  excruciating extermination  all in a millionth of a second …

“Ramping Up” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Ramping up catching up  madly waving one’s arms  bald caps talons wailing  grease-painted faces  shaky child’s play …

 “Hope and Fury” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Hope and fury dangerous possibilities  misbegotten hardship catastrophe  mischance Herculean tasks uphill battles adamant conceitedly dogmatic propaganda  high-handed overbearingly doctrinaire  stalled advances sugar-coated answers  deterred from acting…

 “Under Fire” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Under fire out of fuel  rolling back damaged downed  speaking slower over  shooting videos taking photos  tanks approaching firing drones  “Better to be a deserter than fertilizer” …

 “Rejiggering the Day-to-Day” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Rejiggering the day-to-day  falsely embracing, “Staying in our lane” ceaselessly repeating, “Some things just never change!” forcibly facing complacency  in an invasion of countless cliches…

 “Bombarded from Afar” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Bombarded from afar  engraved in rock  scythes axes animals  suns stars zigzags dots  neural models  as the knotty state-of-the-art  gnarled weaponry…

 “Toeing the Line” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Toeing the line as a conductor might  happening offline like a possessive type  in a beloved site not surprisingly  filled with wise guys after midnight …

 “Strategically Evasive” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Strategically evasive scenes of disarray  in a brooding mood: “Duck, duck, goose!” shelled high-rise units laceless shoes preparing to prove flabbergasting gobsmacked reactions  getting hammered fighting back …

 “Bitingly Fierce” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Bitingly fierce irreconcilably severe  drawing the short straw as the last straw  crossed swords locked horns …

 “Conceived in Peace” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Conceived in peace born into war  swathed in the horror  of a bombed maternity hospital…

 “Nowhere to Be Found” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Nowhere to be found forced out  seeking damages spoils of war  crossing borders annexing territories  violating laws low points  peace talks all aboard babies born …

 “Shocked Reactions” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Shocked reactions steaming mad wailing horror tales grisly stats  taking a gallant stance  withstanding savage battles  avowing hallowed homelands …

 “Biting Writings” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Biting writings rolling one’s r’s, say  line by line  like the consonants “t” and “d” being ejected forcefully  setting permissible exposure limits  exploding into millions of fierce pieces  appealing to “The Almighty” …