i’ll be glad when christmas is over
I wrote the poem below in December 2017, a little over a year after my mom died. I have shared it again each December since, when so many people…
miss aligned
I scroll through a new photographer friend’s images of a foggy night in Almonte, the town in which we both live. They feature her husband as a model. They are…
dead bugs are dope
You don’t get away with much in a FB motorcycle group. I posted this pic and caption, for example, in the Ottawa Misfits Motorcycle Group: The post generated a…
woe is us
Poking fun at the start of the long, dark winter 😛 woe is us by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: woe is us november’s here with cold…
ever feel as if you don’t belong?
November 18, 2022: “Did you post that poem?” Christine asked me over Zoom today. “No,” I replied. “I’m still thinking about it.” I wrote ‘on the outside’ in early…
under pressured
A tongue-in-cheek piece about fixing my front tire. under pressured by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: under pressured if a tire were a sentence things would…
last rides
The feeling of riding a motorcycle is hard to capture in words. The joy of doing so when Canadian autumn colours are at their most beautiful is impossible –…
for cassie & her da
As I said in another post, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. When I had the good fortune of meeting…
in pieces
Sometimes, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. Actually, I often feel like I don’t write the poems, but that they…