--Susan Lewis
monsters came out of our closets. Relieved at this validation of our vestigial fears, many of us embraced them, figuratively & literally. Photos of clawed, fanged, & otherwise terrifying specters cuddling with their ‘victims’ supplanted kittens & Venus fly-traps in classroom & water-cooler show-&-tells. Only when the stubborn & spoiled among us tried to coax them beyond the privacy of the bedroom did the horrified creatures, insulted by this misapprehension of their essential nature, revolt. Although diplomatic repair was attempted, it was too little, too late. Our psychic equilibrium came crashing down when we realized we might find them literally anywhere, lying in wait to expose our security for the delusion it had always been.
--Susan Lewis
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AuthorHi. I'm Joanna Fuhrman. This is a prose poetry/flash fiction blog in conversation with my serial prose poem "The Year of Yellow Butterflies" (The Year Of Yellow Butterflies, Hanging Loose Press 2015). I had fun writing these poems about fads and trends from imaginary pasts. If you would like to add your own section, write me and I can post it (along with a short bio). Start with "It was the year...." Categories
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