Ghosted by Poetry

Words have been

quiet in me.

Not all words,

anger always

finds its voice.

It stomps 

on my brain

hoping to reach

my tongue.

Poetry has

ghosted me.

I beg for text

a smiling word,

a heart that 

doesn’t bleed,

but my pen has

found another poet.

Wars, billionaires,

death, hunger…

Are there any

new verses

to describe it?

©Susie Clevenger 2026

 

Gilded Math

In the dark sky of skin

and revelers of bone

beasts with gold

harvest air to force

the poor to do their bidding.

One potato feeds four,

two will feed a village

in the 1% Society of the Gilded.

When the stock market falls

greed gets anxious, so the bull

stalks “gray hair” for bleeding.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

Flash Fiction 55 Special April Addition #2

New Age of The Robbin' Rich

Morning shrinks into headlines

black lettering another day

into the shrinking wallet woe.

Politicians sing their hallelujahs

into an empty cup and dream raped

millions gather stones for the reckoning.

Speech is free until the disagree…The constitution

crawls through the swamp of bloated purchased

crying foul, but red letters claim Jesus doesn’t like the print.

Merry demands its holy and Happy opens its arms.

Welcome to the New Age of The Robbin’ Rich and the foot army

of dime strained dreams… January dust pans its glitter.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Real Toads ~ Writing Exercise