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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Orangello”, written on 9/1, on National No Rhyme (No Reason) Day and read from the Janet Kuypers poetry book “Every Event of the Year (Volume Two: July-December)”, then her poem “Surmising the Semblance (dreams 4/14/20)” live 8/27/20 during the Virtual Austin Poetry Society New World Poetry open mic (this was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera; on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr).

See a Facebook live video stream of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Orangello”, written on 9/1, on National No Rhyme (No Reason Day and read from the Janet Kuypers poetry book “Every Event of the Year (Volume Two: July-December)”, then her poem “Surmising the Semblance (dreams 4/14/20)” live 8/27/20 during the Virtual Austin Poetry Society New World Poetry open mic (filmed and streamed from a Samsung S9 camera).

Surmising the Semblance (dreams 4/14/20) Janet Kuypers 4/14/20 I don’t know who the man was I could only surmise that he had not eaten for he was so thin that all you could see was a paper-thin caricature of what a human should be you could not even define arms and legs, there was barely a semblance of a face I don’t know who the man was but there was one child there, maybe two wondering if what I could only assume was their grandfather would be okay if he spoke, he yelled but then again, I can’t remember a thing he said what I do remember is that there was some sort of a hand-maid or a servant, someone there to take care of him and I remember seeing her pick him up like a loose piece of paper to move him to another couch that reminded me of a therapist’s chair and I thought, the way she moved him seems so careless like she was a woman who hated her job, or maybe a woman who hated this man but I can’t remember asking her why she was treating him with no regard so I turned and left the room, entered another room with one child in the far corner and this is when I then heard a child in the room with the paper-thin man echo from what seemed miles away “tell them he just died” and I looked over at the child in the corner that’s when I discovered the look of abject sadness slide across his face and I saw him exhale tiny repeated silent gasps for he was crying deep inside but outside, this was all the energy he had left to expend witness to this macabre horror scene, I didn’t even know who this man was looking back, I knew I didn’t belong here no one should be witness to this so I had to leave here, now

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