“Who Hails”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Who hails thick stems and crowns
shrouded in mists seeking solace
amid conifers plus the fuzzy authority
of plant-based products in old-growth forests
as stately vault-like complexes
block-to-block investigating botanical knowledge
from the banks of the Bronx to the Amazon’s
algorithmic field projects on the spot
of a floral renaissance centuries apart …
“Non-Linear Soft Landings”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Non-linear soft landings
settling down gently at rest
seesawing between refusal and acceptance
melodies for the bereft indelible loneliness
echoey depths beats measured
strumming memories …
“Appearing as Short-Lived Glimpses”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Appearing as short-lived glimpses
in interior vanity mirrors
cameras held in hands
sometimes uncomfortable
sometimes wonderful month to month
confronting the messier aspects of love
eyes welling up lids quickly blinking …
“Drumming the Floor and the Walls”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Drumming the floor and the walls
working up a storm
sounding like rhythmically
embroidered billiard balls
scuttling back and forth
quick-witted adorable and dorky
along with a looping voice
morphing into a self portrait …
“Notes After Fa”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Notes after fa
as “Gotchas”
clickings on desktops
engines running while parked
long-running dramas
picking on guitars …
“An Immersive High Tide”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
An immersive high tide
causing an immediately personal stir
thongs strings and cheeky bikinis
used interchangeably
ultimately intimately
in summary, “Skin is in!” …
“Brushy Swaths”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Brushy swaths Ben-Day dots da Vinci parchment
batted piñatas mythical qualities
homages to artists deathless postmodern …
“Flinching, but Only a Little”
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Flinching, but only a little
like studying riddles
while playing gin
with a bat signal …
