Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Sunrise at the River
The light steps forth out of the heatand darkness, out of the stillnessand ghost-lit world while I feel the dead staring downat me from some other shoreas if I was … Continue reading
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Psalm for Sunrise
Let the horses of dreaming ramble
home slowly from their sweet dark pastures.
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: The Parting
It was November outside–
the leaf-colored sofa inside
strangely vivid in the flickering
light
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Estate Sale
The day grew hot; the yard
held the heat until the late shade
gathered it. Deep in shadow
the ghosts convened
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Frangible Operas
Tonight the bells of the flowers ring out
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Photograph of Your Father Sewing Needlepoint At Precinct Headquarters, 1956
tugging the yarn taut, as though it was
the most natural thing
in the world for a burly
detective, a tough Irish cop
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: The Moon Is Doing The Australian Crawl
my mother has worked her way up
through the wave-rungs
of the spirit-corps’ fleshless ladder—
secretary of the afterworld
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Autumnal Equinox
It seemed like
everyone I knew had something
precious to give away
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Maybe I Have No Ideas
Eating a turkey sub from the school cafeteria
I suddenly think of the blonde woman
whose marriage is falling apart and the dark
circles under her eyes
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Ode to Brother Roach
Slippery brother!
You are the secret bead
in the rosary of reviled
things.
