Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Friday 55 ~ December 2017


Hours 

3:00 a.m. stews me in its terrors
of sightless moon and breathing shadows.
In this hull of bones I pick my skull
trying to mine enough halcyon
to fairytale my eyelids into soundless sleep.

Hours hang from the ceiling fan in a dust mobile
teasing lullabies with sand.
Thanatos puts his ear to my chest.


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“Nolite te Bastardes Carborundorum” 

December’s moon sings a lullaby
to the childless, but anger roots in
tongues nursing words of resistance.

Autocracy spins the coffers will go dry
if patriots don’t produce a cradle roll
large enough to sustain the wealthy.

Love will not hive a womb with worker bees.
No rages against the icy call of twisted procreation.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Friday 55 ~ Holiday Edition

Thursday, December 21, 2017

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


Friday, December 1, 2017

The Violent Bleak


Quicksand thugs my backbone with struggle
and I grieve October took you.

I can hold your voice in the palm
of my hand, raise a fist in rebellion,
rally against hell’s gate, but
fear brings a loaded weapon.

The Violent Bleak keep growing
an army of the demented.
Let me drink courage from your echo.

©Susie Clevenger 2017



Saying goodbye to Tom Petty was tough. I need an infusion of his grit to not back down.

Friday 55 ~ 12/1/17     &   Real Toads ~ A Skyflower Friday ~ Goodbye

Saturday, November 25, 2017

First Knife Cut of Ritual

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Memories sit at the head
of the table waiting for the
first knife cut to announce
the ritual has begun.

Never a family to worship fowl
they sacrifice appetite to traditional
and carve Thanksgiving into turkey leftovers.

Basted in what is expected they
mimic gratitude prayers, and internalize
their abhorrence of consuming
slivers of congealed cranberries.

©Susie Clevenger 2017




Sunday, November 19, 2017

Claws on the Lock


You’ve put your Adam lock
on every door.
Placed that sign
“Admission is by Submission”
right in the middle of the back
of the line.

There’s a whole lot of female
sitting on those clock hands
you keep trying to tie an apron on.

Moving backwards is not forward.
Staying the same won’t progress.

For every bolt you place on a door
there are claws ready to pick the lock.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

I am very blessed to have a husband who has treated my daughters and I with respect, encouraged us to dream and walk our own truths. I am also blessed to have incredible males in my life who support and work for equality in all aspects of life. Many women don't have that support. I fear where we are standing and where we our heading in the United States. Silence is not an option.

Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge ~ Doors

Friday, November 17, 2017

Among Visions


November skeletons itself
into the pumpkin remains
of ghost walkers, and raises
its bare limbs to summon
thanksgiving from its cave
in the apple pie crumble.

Pens, poets, and prophets
kneel among visions searching
for candles that still have enough wick
to support a match strike of wisdom.

Spirits of resurrection cackle beneath thin ice.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Abusing


A drink won’t hurt
You might get a bit dizzy but
a drink won’t hurt.
Because you are such a bold flirt…..
I’ll pour enough to silence consent.
If tomorrow brings a lament,
a drink won’t hurt.



Abuse won’t end
until a woman wins freedom.
Abuse won’t end
because women have to defend
what they wear doesn’t equate whore.
With minds steeped in Jezebel lore
abuse won’t end.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Real Toads ~ Fussy Little Forms ~ Rondolet