Black Ink Howl
Venting the Orwellian Hand Maid's Tale Psychotic of the current American Dream
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
He Expected Me to Run
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Everybody's An Object of Something
Monday, April 8, 2024
Wishing for Persephone
Friday, March 22, 2024
So Many Plumes in My Portfolio
a tabby witch who has crows and flamingos as familiars.
There’s so many plumes in my portfolio no disconnected
shaman can figure out which part of me holds the reason
I need his sage to drive out my impertinence.
When you’re born female, you’re stalked with you must,
you can’t, you should, you shouldn’t…My skin is much
thicker than the apple peel placed between my teeth.
Silly man, you made me who I am…If you don’t like the view,
you shouldn’t have opened the window.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Word Garden Word List ~ Poetry Outloud
Friday, March 15, 2024
Insanity Is a Parking Lot
Thursday, September 28, 2023
Open Wound
The sun rises
with its murder of crows,
and I fight the spoon
that feeds me another
hour of prayers unanswered.
Is there a god who doesn’t
bind me to a hymn that
sings only heaven will
bring freedom?
The gravel beneath my feet
never grows softer.
My spirit is too raw to
even form a scar.
I’ve bled my heart into
journal pages, carried matches
to light candles that never stay lit.
I’m so weary I’ve grown deaf
to my bones begging me to rest.
I fear I’m becoming as silent
as those I thought would speak.
Susie Clevenger 2023