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Act 1:

She wakes in her crate

to stretch

and wag.

Sleepy yowl. Yawn. Bow.

She certifies every family member

(blinking sleepily,

wriggling mightily)—

“Daybreak has come!”

Now (only now), she’s ready to trot

to the kitchen

where dozens of eggs have been cracking

one by one.

It’s almost as though she knows

what they say in France:

“La première crêpe c’est pour la chien.”

Act 2:

Vigilant

(between naps)

she watches windows.

Steadfast and ready

(between dreams)

nothing slips past her:

birdsquirrelcatdog! bikestrollertrike!

woofwoofwoofwoof! woofwoofwoof!

Sheesh! All she wants is peace and quiet.

Sigh.

Life is ruff.

Act 3:

Wild for the hunt.

Muscles taut.

She badgers

until I say the word

“ball.”

Wacko! If she could leap the sun

and chase that small orb in orbit

she would.

Then, like a switch flipped,

muscles slack

belly-up on the couch

she flops.

Incredibly crepuscular.

© 2018 Heather Kinser

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Act I:

Soft and slow

Deep and low

Act II:

Building height.

Taking flight.

Act II:

Small hands wiggle.

Shoulders jiggle.

Act III:

Kick and flick –

what a trick!

Encore!:

Snappy, snazzy –

ooh! That’s jazzy!

©Carol Coven Grannick 2018

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Act 1

The curtain opens,

a perfect page turn

The first line,

uttered with confidence

Act 2

A cast of characters,

asserting their will

Words of wiles and wisdom,

Wit and wonder

Act 3

The last scene

Struggles to overtake my imagination

I cannot contain this story.

For me,

It’s reality.

©Kirstine Call 2018

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Act I

Setting: Mid-November

·        Avoid malls hanging decorations.

·        Privately listen to George Winston’s DECEMBER.

·        Catch self-singing “Oh Holy Night” and other carols.

·        Pester daughters for lists.

·        Search internet for “Best Board Games.”

Act II

Setting: Late November/early December

·        Buy wrong tree.

·        Orchestrate wrestling match between branches and ornaments.

·        Leave half most ornaments in storage boxes.

·        Publicly play George Winston’s DECEMBER (and other Christmas cd’s).

·        Replay Pachelbel’s Canon multiple times.

·        Belt out “Oh Holy Night” and other carols.

·        Pressure daughters for lists.

·        Continue to search internet for “Best Board Games.”

Act III

Setting: End of December

·        Sleep less.

·        Find 24-hour Christmas music station and sing-along at every possible opportunity, especially with Josh Groban’s “Oh Holy Night.”

·        Play Yule log on television.

·        Wrap presents (now in daytime since children are all grown).

·        Wonder who started tradition of wrapping stocking stuffers.

·        Bake dozens of Incredibly Crispy Gingersnaps and Toll House cookies.

·        Forget whether people like latter with or without nuts.

·        Take inventory of gifts from Santa and Mom and Dad to ensure equal distribution among three daughters.

·        Chat with husband about cutting back next year.

·        Evaluate reactions while each opens presents, especially list-less daughters.

·        Play “Best Board Game.”

·        Anticipate next year’s reenactment.

© 2018 Colleen Murphy

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Act One

rain gain

puddle muddle

Act Two

sun fun

seeds freed

sprouts out

Act Three

bee spree

flower bower

scent event

Olio

bouquet display

Linda Baie © All Rights

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Act I:

Elusive Spring stretches, awakes.

She offers another sunless day.

Cheerily, cherup, cherup,Robin sings.

Act II:

Afternoon brings fresh perspectives.

Sun moves through

leaving us breathless for more.

Act III:

Late afternoon, bees dance across dandelions.

Violas stand prim and proper.

Sun spills herself everywhere…

© 2018 Michelle Kogan

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Act 1: Austin, 2000

I pedal backwards on my blue bike.

Swallows circle the church spires,

swooping and darting.

Fireflies flicker and then go dark.

Act 2: small town Eastern Washington, 1982

I pedal backwards on my blue bike

past the cemetery on the grassy hill,

past the wheat fields rolling into the distance.

I pedal and dream and wait.

Act 3: small town Central Illinois, 1947

My mother pedals backwards on her blue bike

to her aunt’s ice cream shop where she meets my father.

And she thinks—without fear, without joy—

I will marry him.

© 2018 Gabi Snyder