by Susan | Apr 14, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old walls. Let me lift and loosen old foundations. Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike. Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together. Take...
by Susan | Apr 13, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Love immersing the river A door opens for me to enter To hug, to sit, to smile A hand to hold Courage to shout through walls Digo la verdad! (I tell the truth) Prayers shake out our anger Outside, voices rise Heat in the air In their voices O Dios mio, no! (Oh my God,...
by Susan | Apr 12, 2016 | National Poetry Month
The wall walks the fell — Grey millipede on slow Stone hooves; Its slack black hollowed At gulleys and grooves, Or shouldering over Old Boulders Too big to be rolled away. Fallen fragments Of the high crags Crawl in the walk of the wall. A dry-stone wall is a wall and...
by Susan | Apr 11, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Mouths full of laughter, the turistas come to the tall hotel with suitcases full of dollars. Every morning my brother makes the cool beach new for them. With a wooden board he smooths away all footprints. I peek through the cactus fence and watch the women rub oil...
by Susan | Apr 10, 2016 | National Poetry Month
In the cave with a long-ago flare a woman stands, her arms up. Red twig, black twig, brown twig. A wall of leaping darkness over her. The men are out hunting in the early light But here in this flicker, one or two men, painting and a woman among them. Great living...
by Susan | Apr 9, 2016 | National Poetry Month
All of you undisturbed cities, haven’t you ever longed for the enemy? I’d like to see you besieged by him for ten endless and ground-shaking years. Until you were desperate and mad with suffering; finally in hunger you would feel his weight. He lies outside the walls...
