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Writers to Worship

Posted in writers to worship with tags , on July 31, 2013 by Susan Crane

Writers to Worship

“Here was where the big summer-quiet winds lived and passed in the green depths, like ghost whales, unseen.”
Ray Bradbury-Dandelion Wine

Tuesday Quotes

Posted in quotes on July 30, 2013 by Susan Crane

Tuesday Quotes

“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.”
― Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within

Monday Writing Prompt

Posted in writing prompts on July 29, 2013 by Susan Crane

Monday Writing Prompt

Write for ten minutes, include these words…
Carousel, rattlesnake, turquoise.

Submission Saturday

Posted in submission saturday on July 27, 2013 by Susan Crane

Submission Saturday

http://cakeshortandsweet.wordpress.com/submissions/

Friday Haiku

Posted in friday haiku, my words on July 26, 2013 by Susan Crane

Friday Haiku

The art of struggle
Poetry of subtraction
An atlas of need

My words

Posted in my words on July 25, 2013 by Susan Crane

My words

grand mal

We were pedestrian strangers
each known only by our impatience.
You had your parcels
I had my young daughter and a handbag of poems

My daughter asked me later if
I had heard you howl.
Had I seen the parcels spinning wildly through the air
parcels she insists landed squarely at my feet.

I answered no and told the truth.
I saw only the fall.
Not the crumpled lessening I might have imagined,
but the sudden felling of a great oak
surrendered to a greater ax.

I did not tell her what I heard,
the smack of your skull against concrete,
ball against bat in the shadow of our urban ballpark.
Our players in a distant desert
rounding bases in a field of almost summer.

I thought of them as you lay shuddering,
sacrificed under bare branches.
Spare silhouettes cast to harbor
the expanding red halo beneath you

I thought, too, of last night’s dream
Of walking down snowy trails and reaching for the shattered Christmas cherubs,
telling my companion that I believed in lifting up the fallen angels.

I did not lift you up.
Not even as my daughter grasped at my handbag
pulled out a phone and pressed
small fingers into nine one one.
Not even as the newly gathered crowd
waved down busses and police cars,
building a village around your primitive totem.

I stood motionless,
was nothing more than witness.
Becoming the frozen moment of your fractured memory.
Becoming the very last gaze you registered
as separate from your own.

Writers to Worship

Posted in writers to worship on July 24, 2013 by Susan Crane

Writers to Worship

“There is only ever one answer to the question what did you do with your life, and it’s the same–fleeting and unknowable–for every one of us. I lived.”
― Marianne Wiggins, The Shadow Catcher