Salvatore
I’m ready to let you go / Just drop you off a cliff / and wait for a splash or a thud
Under the Magnolia Tree
I had always associated my grandfather with trees. He was strong and sturdy, his light skin burnt leathery from working in the hot sun, like bark. My first memory was of him tying a swing to a branch and then pushing me high into the air. I trusted the branch to hold, and I trusted him.
Susi M. Brister – Fables
“In a fable, there are no human characters, only animals, plants, and creatures, and that relates to my work because it focuses on ambiguous figures, humanistic figures becoming a part of landscape. I am interested in the separation of the natural world and the way as humans we try to represent it.”
Opposites
I’m the cloud that floats you up to the stars / You’re the anchor that keeps me tethered
After an Epic Failure
Three days she belligerently / challenged the Rocky Mountains to a duel.
You Made Me Feel So Much
I do not pray often, / but when I close my eyes / and hope for the divine / I see last summer and my ceiling fan.
My Trip to Mustang Island State Park
I looked down and there it was. / A blue so deep I thought it might be black. / The blue I had been searching for my entire life.
T.V. Wasteland – Author’s Commentary
Like the reference to Tiresias by Eliot, there is nothing new in the idea that humanity has always been inhumane and vulgar. Yet unlike Eliot and Ginsberg, for me, the realities of consumerism and war were up close and personal through the medium of my generation: Television.
T.V. Wasteland
What was that dim hum / Come / Over the lines / Morse Edison Marconi
Asphyxiation
I know that I suffocated you long before my hands were around your neck / I saw the way I made you choke on my burdens as if they were your own