Some of the things Susan says…
Mary Margaret Klinkhammer
A rose like any other who In Dublin lived and Dublin died. Her life defined by place of birth And the space she occupied. A name that mesmerized. I heard if first over drinks A remembrance softly chanced In talk that doesn’t matter Recollections of lives that never...
What Chas Sees
I wonder what he’s seen that I will never gaze upon Across the rolling fields to mountain tops beyond In his mind’s eye, the colours bright and swirling The shapes, the shades, the black, the white Is it ever just that simple when he stares into the night Through...
Stepping Off The Cliff
This is second nature to me, this stepping into thin air Feeling nothing beneath your feet. No solid ground To hold you up, to banish all despair No. Nothing but space on every side – and up and down No hand holds, no parachute, no railings, no rope. A universe...
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