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 Baile  de Lana El dinero poderoso, energético,  viene, va, crece Aprovechamos de la riqueza de bondad, seguridad, amor. el efectivo  Money Dance Money powerful, energetic comes, goes, grows Let's enjoy the wealth of kindness, safety, love. Cash * poema cinquain is something my 2nd grader taught me from Ms Avila's class.  I n response to the prompt "Another Prompt, Another Dollar 11th Annual Getaway 2004 "  by  Peter Murphy  found in his collection called  Challenges for the Delusional , edited by  Christine Malvasi .  

Timely We begin with unmitigated contact, then permanent separation. Our growing away from each other is divine, yet is personal too. Everyone knows her before she becomes my teacher. My mom is -capital I- Involved. Tempus fugit. Yes, Ovid, for us too. The growing apart lays open an ever deepening ocean between us. The kind into which we both want to dip our toes. We wave our hands frantically from each shore. I see her in her Trump hat, her fear of MS13. I think she can see me here, but she’s refusing to read my signage. Margaret Johnson says “Time is a fixed income—“ Mom budgets on the back  of Sunday’s prayers. “—The problem facing most of us is how to live within our daily allotment.”  We begin believing ourselves inseparable. Are we, alas, wrong?    I n response to the prompt "Time and Again, 11th Annual Getaway 2004 "  by  Peter Murphy  found in his collection called  Challenges for the Delusional , edited by  Christine Malvasi . ...

I n response to the prompt "Your Name Here 10th Annual Getaway 2003 "  by  Peter Murphy  found in his collection called  Challenges for the Delusional , edited by  Christine Malvasi .     "There are few nudities so objectionable as the naked truth." Agnes Repplier (my first crack at a pantoum) The story of my name comes with a fee.  It is not something I would easily confess. "Little princess," her love calls me, my mother, the genetrix, who puts it to rest. It's something a girl doesn't just confess, see? "Emma?" My classmates laugh in jest. The genetrix makes a deal over tea. She promises two nannies their names she'd progress.  "Emma?" my classmates laugh in jest. "Me?" "Which is it?" my poetry teacher would egress. She promises two nannies their names, so I've three. She answered herself- "Ruth,"- her own address.  The story of my name comes with a fee. Three whole names. Quite a fancy d...