This summer, I have performed two activities that strangely seem similar: shredding dozens of family documents and serving as a screener for a poetry manuscript contest.
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Void where […]
She was a day past presence, riding
the jagged breath below the surface
of consciousness, and I was running
to make the next plane to Arkansas.
My footsteps parted the ear-splitting
I mix up the names of common furniture pieces
like cupboards and cabinets, closets and shelves
And bureaus. And Ursas, both major and minor
Armoires. To know only of […]
I don’t comprehend the chemistry of how geodes form
but their creation makes enough sense for my layman mind
to teach an abridged version to my daughter:
Some rocks may look dull, b […]
I was six
I knew he had a quarter in his pocket
I knew it was mine if when he roared
who is the greatest grandpapa of all
and the silver and Wedgewood china on table shook
and the Irish […]
Fate is read in the routes
of the snails that methodically
spell their own names in the park.
and shiver off of white birch
Alongside an old church,
pigeons storm a sliver
The old poet who thinks he is young remembers the young poet who used to be wise.
Though I had my suspicions last fall and tried to hope it along this spring, the venerable h […]
For my sake
At dawn there are no residues left from last night’s shift.
I offer no sympathy to the crawling hours
of a newborn day.
With fog I travel across the city
to buy a large coffee with half-half c […]
Here Is the Paring Knife, Here Is the Metaphor
to cut the damaged parts away. So bruised and all.
Peeling the flesh of the torturer you become of yourself.
Here is the skin off your hand. The skin off your […]
Few will understand.
Light bulbs, for heaven’s sake.
But I was awash the night I found
spares waiting to meet my need
and remembered when need
was swallowed by the dark.
My little stash of l […]
I could have stayed married to David if he
wasn’t so unwaveringly chiseled. If his deceptively supple
face wasn’t so perfectly defined. If Michelangelo could
have given me a dress that was low […]
In a recent batch of ‘reviews’ from an online magazine, I was struck by the variety of descriptive words used to evaluate the thirty-five or so poems. They ranged from “funny,” “strong,” and “moving” to […]
Susan Muse has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Clouds flatten against a gray sky
and cover what had once been the color
of bluebonnets only a moment ago.
Wendy Jean MacLean is the 3rd place winner of Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Fenced in by the property owner
the beehive hut
of an Irish monk
as it has for fourteen […]
Charlotte Rea is the 2nd place winner of Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
So proud you must be, atop
the fence rail, its flat
black the perfect
Your telltale […]
When insomnia provokes my wife or I to walk the footprint of our house, we sometimes end up at our bookroom. Bookroom is an idiosyncratic idiom of our family as my grandparents used the term, logically enough, […]
Susan Muse is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2020 Poetry Contest
Peas are on.
The kitchen smells of fatback
and cornbread rising in a rush of heat from the stove,
unfurling around me like those […]
Our dinner ends with watching Portrait
Artist of the Year. For Adele likeness is all,
while I focus on the how of its attainment.
Beginnings proliferate and lead on to
ever more […]
I am so sick of walking past the cute little signs that say
please clean up after your dog. really? do we want our ivy,
our pachysandra, our Vinca covered in pee and poop?
do we want our perfectly […]
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