Monday, November 25, 2024
MotherLine
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Sunday Sarcasm of Grumbles – Truth in My Fiction
Thursday, October 31, 2024
Bamboo Spurts and Bones
Friday, October 18, 2024
Starving Freedom Won’t Stop Hunger
Wednesday, October 9, 2024
Created Between a Hashtag and a Question Mark
Thursday, October 3, 2024
I Am as Normal as an Anomaly
Friday, September 20, 2024
Just Some Bad Poetry
Sunday, September 15, 2024
Pixelated in Time
Thursday, August 29, 2024
Don't Break an Aardvark's Glass
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
Blame It On Stephen King
I spill ink crow tarot tracks
across a page trying to
write lemons into lemonade,
but there’s nothing pretty
in a journal of bruises.
Among sticks and stones,
broken bones, and vinegared potions
of all’s sunny in hell my Gothic Care Bear
muses keep quoting Stephen King,
“The Devil’s voice is sweet to hear.”
My verses are cruel, yet somehow delightful.
I can be the beast in beautiful, knife in a heart
when my humor is the syrup of sharp teeth.
I don’t play well with faux anything.
I get more thrills in celebrating Halloween
than a sugar-coated Valentine’s Day
filled with undying confessions of love
shopped from a grocery store aisle.
Any way you shuffle me I will always rise with black feathers.
Isn’t it good to be honest?
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Full Dark, No Stars
Friday, August 16, 2024
Dixie Cups Held the Last Kool-Aid
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
The B(itch) of Beige ~ Sarcasm Intended
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
Squabble of Thumping Cackle
Thursday, June 27, 2024
Paper Doll Child
Monday, June 17, 2024
Why Can't I Just be Feral
Monday, June 10, 2024
The Dark Mess of Hoping
the chilly calm where words
hang in icicle spikes waiting
on faith to perform a ceremony of trust
you are what your kiss spoke on my lips.
Fragile stalks me as if I should accept
its curse, become a fainting, messy chapter
in a romance novel I would cringe at reading.
I am more attuned to dark magic than
a simpering, palpitating heart weak
wish for a golden wand to slap you
into what I want you to feel for me.
This sleeping bus of weirdest emotions
is the silly, severe heart crashing I’ve
never imagined I’d be trapped in.
Stop laughing at me as if I were a guppy
swimming in a fish tank waiting for attention
(even though I am), and tell me whether
the fruit of this moment will bring blessing
or rot on my memory until I grow nothing but bitter.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Word Garden Word List ~ Night Road
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Blueberry Skin or Claw
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
When Doves Join Foxes
On the skeleton box car of bones and screams
the damned rattle the bars while
the wealthy dance their extravagance
along the tracks of hell.
Bloated on gold and blind to suffering
their pittance of charity doesn’t go as far
as their red leather shoe soles chasing recognition.
It doesn’t matter where I travel through history
the same is the same – The poor suffer
while the moneyed own the key to the wallet.
When doves join foxes and creatures chase light,
the grave bell no longer scares the bleeding.
Climbing stairs that only go down I carry a sword
with names of the who’s who of no longer should be.
A slice through a chain, a song of revolution
emboldens the desolate to seek retribution.
In the fire without smoke I watch the meek become bold.
There’s nothing fiercer than nothing left to lose.
I’m no superhero, no goddess demanding praise,
just a woman who wants to remove the rails
from the track so history can’t carry its malevolence
into the future.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Shay's Word Garden ~ Life After Life
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