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My good friend Rhona sent me a list of twenty or so words she thought I might like to use, because she knew I was running out of words that I wanted to use.  I put every single one

of Rhoda's new words into one poem, and this is that poem.  If I did not have all of you "watching my back" there is no way I could make up 10 poems a day. I have NO storehouse. Each day I start out with a blank slate and a blank brain.

 

Keep these ideas coming, my friends! I truly do love you!

 

It was no cosmic coincidence that a persnickety intergalactic wise guy named Hub with an arrogant swagger morphed into the center of a crowded fast-moving Harlem jazz club on February 11th, 1933 at dusk, preplanned by an angelic being named Lub. One jitterbugging dancer named Minx looked up for a second, when he arrived at the club. But it did not make sense that someone could materialize out of nothing, right? Minx looked away, but then briefly back, into intelligent eyes that were blue, smart, and bright. He was a scamp, she knew it immediately, she felt she knew him, at the second sight. A warning gong went off in his head. A spitfire, he tried to stay away with all of his might. They danced in close proximity, trying to ignore each other, this earthling and man from space. Her auburn hair was curly and lush, and seemed to say hello from every corner of this place. Knowing he was in trouble, feeling she was a big taboo, he attempted to show his poker face. Glowing emerald eyes held him captive, as he tried to think, and clear his fast-beating heart pace. You have a mission, his head argued, but his heart was not willing to follow the two-hour-ago plan. He is a dandy warned a voice inside Minx’s head. Try to act casual, so he will be willing to land. She opened her eyes wide, smiled at her dancing partner, gave him a laugh, and prettily petted his hand. She was in Hub’s arms for the next set, and all the ones after that too, and they barely noticed the band. Hub’s voice was a growl, gnarly, all dangerous, one of those better-stay-away-from-me males. He was dapper, and dashing, a remedy and soothing balm to every one of Minx’s ales. Minx was the most glorious being Hub had ever seen, including all earthlings and Stratosphales. They ended their evening of passion like nomads, sitting on one of those giant hay bales. Hub was sucked back to his planet by an insistent space ship captain in the spring of 1934. The lovers met nightly in their dreams and in the day time they remembered each other forevermore. Minx gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, her last memento from Hub, on Tuesday October 24. A token of my appreciation Mom, Lub said, as he blew a kiss, from his bird-side seat on heaven’s floor.

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Date: 10/11/2018 8:04:00 AM
Aw...but, how does one raise a half human/half intergalactic baby? As a human or as the other? It would be an interesting endeavor. Great story.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/11/2018 9:27:00 AM
I believe my dear, you have just given me a reason to continue this saga...

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