Wednesday, July 17, 2019

The Storm in My Muse ~ Four American Sentences

Thunder vibrates my window, I sort through poetry books
to respond.

The gravel in my throat tastes like fear regurgitated from the moon.

It’s hard to write about rainbows when all your ink is black fading to gray.

Hail stones harass oak leaves until they surrender to the stone toss.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Wednesday Muse: American Sentence


  1. Love these, Susie--especially the first two. Ginsberg would like it that you post your AS's on this blog, I think.

  2. Third is my favorite - amazing what can be portrayed in 17 syllables!

  3. Each one is amazing Susie, I cannot pick a favorite!!