Author Archives: Suzanne

I used to stir up shit  to draw people in. Or push them away.  Depending on the day. I’m glad I dont’ do that anymore.  Now I am happy and secure.

She walked each day, notebook in hand picking berries from the trees Because when you are a poet writing is as important as the air you breathe. Based on what she shared in the interview with Krista Tippet on the … Continue reading →

We send concrete to cover their soil. Jesus to save their souls. Shoes to bind their children’s feet. We use words like humanitarian and aid So we can get a better night’s sleep. Some things haven’t changed.

Bears don’t have to work – day and night Pay rent or worry about the lights being shut off They simply get to sleep all winter long Then wake, to birdsong – every spring

Super 8 Attendant, Why would you scold me? I’m 53. The knife is sharp. Would you tell a man to keep his door shut? I guarantee you would not. Why do you want to keep women locked in a cage? … Continue reading →

I can see him. There – every day with her. He thinks I don’t know – acting like they’re invisible. I’m taking myself out of the picture. Had to give it a some time. Let my emotions settle. Take anger … Continue reading →

The silence is deafening. I wake hungry to shiny golden flowers and a tiny white flickering light. Little Debbies call my name from the kitchen cabinet. Should I make the solo journey down the long dark hallway? This is the … Continue reading →

I’ve traveled many amazing roads. Seen many a beautiful places. Today I am feeling homesick, missing familiar faces. I question what I have done, so distant from my sons. A year and a half, a long time, living on the … Continue reading →

She cleares her throat throughout the night. The last liked to smoke weed. It’s not much fun living with strangers. At the age of 53.