Challenge: write a 100 word story using only 1-syllable words and showing something in a new light.

We took a flight to Rome and France, ate new foods. 
France was a place of love – a Seine boat ride, an art tour, a walk with a guide, a show. 
“Home is the best place,” he said. “It’s safe there.”
“But I like to breathe fresh air and forge new paths, to storm the streets with a map and a mind spin. Your warm bed will wait.” 
“Each hour is a trip if you seize the day and see it through a new lens,” he said. “We don’t need to jet the globe to find a world of fun.”
Challenge: write a poem
About your senior year of high school

1983
A year away from Big Brother
How little we knew Orwell had it so right
And Asimov In The Fun They Had before him.
Beowulf in yellow and black for Ernestine Jones’ Senior English class
Yearbook editor with dreams of teaching just like Mrs. Jones, only nicer. 
I thought The Road held a more direct path, but Robert, like George and Isaac, had it right.
Challenge:
Write a poem about a time of pretending in October such as when you wore a Halloween costume as a child. 


Wednesday Addams –
The “normal” abnormal one.
Not the total monster of a Monday, yet
Never quite connecting with the Saturdays and the Sundays.
A haunted house freak
Where supernatural happenings are as predictable as the cuckoo
Where spirits come calling at all hours
With ailments as random as tombstone manners of death.
“YOU RANG?”
Of course. Some creep was always ringing.
The creepiest…
The kookiest…
The most mysterious…
The spookiest….
I never had to pretend. 
There’s not much difference between
An asylum and a parsonage.

The autumn camera roll photo that inspired my poem was taken last Friday night at The Sleepy Hollow Experience, a nighttime play that progresses through the woods with the audience traveling alongside the characters from point to point as the story unfolds.

The Sleepy Hollow Experience

Legend of Sleepy Hollow
Headless Horseman’s path was fallow

Rustic Landscape
Weeping Willow

Ichabod Crane
Lanky Fellow

Brom Van Brunt
Brawling Bully

Katrina Van Tassel
Curls of Yellow

Fateful Party
Crime to follow

Unsolved Mystery
Suspects narrow

Today I wrote a hashtag poem about Cesar Chavez.

#VivaLaCausa

#Yumaborn #namedforgrandpa
#Marchbaby #CesarEstrada

#marriedHelen #doublewedding
#had8children #wasn’tkidding

#boxingmatches #playedhandball
#foughtforwagesfairforall

#USNavy #Seamanfirstclass
#peacefulprotest #hopefulfoodfast

#UFW #CSO
#boycottgrapes! #UvasNo!

#Si,SePuede #”yes,onecan”
#Barack’sSlogan #Presidentialfan

#grassrootsvegan #Huerta’sfriend
#civilrightsfighttotheend

#diedinApril #activist
#certainlynopacifist

Daily Challenge:  write a poem based on a Latino artist of your choice in celebration of National Hispanic Heritage Month.

 I selected Camas Para Suenos by Carmen Lomas Garza to write a Haiku:

Beds for Dreams (Camas para Suenos)

Rooftop bed for dreams
Moonlight tints the art canvas
Artist sisters bloom

-Kim Johnson

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Cesar Chavez – I WANT JUSTICE

It Was Never About The Grape.

It
Was
About
Never
Trusting
Judgmental
Underpaying
Scammers
To
Impart
Competitive
Earnings

“Eating My Way Through Europe”

In a London pub
Fish and chips, malt vinegar
Beer and lemonade Shandy
Warm bread pudding for dessert
Scoop of vanilla ice cream

Eating escargot
Espresso shot with sugar
Outdoor cafe in Paris
Melted Camembert on toast
Chocolate mousse for dessert

Florence, winding streets
Pasta arrabbiata
Shredded Parmesan
Spicy penne with basil
Pistachio gelato

Rome, table upstairs
Hot pizza margherita
Mozzarella cheese
Red peppery olive oil
Thin, crispy crust for dipping

White asparagus
Buttery tasting in soup
Berlin restaurant
Tangy red cabbage side dish
Apfelkuchen for dessert

Farmhouse in America
Fresh eggs from backyard chickens
Fried over easy
Yolk-sopped buttery wheat toast
Apple butter and coffee

Still no place like home for food

-Kim Johnson

#rescued

#one’s a Schnoodle #one’s a Schnauzer
#peaceful hippie #rabble-rouser

#flattened chin #bearded snout
#one with mustache #one without

#whale-spray tail #pine tree stub
#back scratch #tummy rub

#grumpy dog
#bump on a log

#black #white
#portly #sprite

#yin and yang
#paw and fang

#upside-down #right-side up
#sweet old soul #playful pup

#prized lamb #black sheep
#fearful growl #pleading bleat

#wants to play #sleeps all day
#up all night #snores away

#kneads and nooks #sits and looks
#twists and jerks #full of quirks

#lifts his leg #squats to pee
#both a he #not one she

#crack of dawn #dark of night
#playful tussle #vicious fight

#most expressive #blank glare
#raised eyebrows #stoic stare

#gnashing teeth #quivering lip
#holds it in #lets it rip

#one is docile #one gets zoomies
#in the car they’re kennel roomies

#needs a leash #runs away
#comes right back #here to stay

#self-served timeout #who’s in trouble?
#regrets mischief #lives in bubble

#nutmeg sofa #khaki chair
#king-size bed we all four share

#digs, sniffs, circles #plops right down
#crowds dad’s pjs #seeks mom’s gown

#neither fetches #both can sit
#both catch popcorn #lively wit

#table beggars #hopeful snackers
#turkey bacon #graham crackers

#love to ride #windows cracked
#heads in wind #playthings packed

#noises frighten #cuddling calms
#transcendental #fretful qualms

#one’s a purebred #one’s a mix
#does blood matter? #ask the ticks!

#designer dog #pedigreed
#worthless titles, most agree

#both were rescued #one abused
#one abandoned #each refused

#old ties severed #new lifesong
#not neglected #now belong

#both now wanted #both adored
#cherished deeply #family scored

– Kim Johnson

“Family Dinner”

His greatest stories never started with words.
They began at his heart.
He patted down his shirt pocket
fumbled for his pen
furrowed his wild and unkempt eyebrows
slid his coffee and half-eaten pie to the edge of the table
flattened his napkin and ironed out the creases with the side of his wrinkled hand
clicked his pen
sketched a Parkinson’s- jagged diagram
grasped the bottom of an imaginary globe
drew in a raspy, phlegm-filled breath
and held his audience captive.
He still does.
-Kim Johnson