Susan Sonde: Romeo to his Juliet (Corrected version)
As nothing shutters a bad like a good, I’ll come to you, fish in water, dime with a hole drilled through the middle. . Let’s span a time with each … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: The Passengers Take Their Seats and Look Forward to the Ride
Because the trip was no less important than the getting there. Because the building-up was marred by the tearing-down. Each in its own way calls for commitment. In an age … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: Random Motion
Lord, pledge all Your juices. I come alone tonight and solitude narrates what my voice sees in the klieg lights of December. The earth evolves . under its belt of … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: The Lone Pine
The wind peppered us that day, it raved like a lunatic in the asparagus fern. Affixed to nothing so much as everything it circled, it landed (somewhere outside Miami) but … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: Kinesis with Garden Implements
Shallow the trough of words between us, the grammar of inchoate usage. I am here and you aren’t saying much. Be complicit with me, inhabit my wherefore so apprehensive. I … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: A Dagger of Sunlight Lies across His Bed
The room is quiet but for the rustle of the blanket under which he’d slept burrowed deep in the nest sense, that wholesome dark down there, where he lay on a … Continue reading
