war crimes
I woke up this morning to horror stories of slain civilians and empty rhetoric. This poem is about that. war crimes by susan © 2022 war crimes blackened streets…
how much practice goes into perfecting a puppet show?
So you go to a puppet show. (Doesn’t everybody? All the time?) You smile and giggle and chuckle the whole way through. Maybe you even laugh out loud a few…
i lost my marbles
On December 16, 2021, my FB friend and avid rider, Hai Vu, claimed in the Ottawa Motorcycle Riders group that he was “starting to lose [his] marbles;” thus: I commented…
getting to the other side
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
spring is sprung
Everyone in Canada loves spring. Especially the everyones who ride motorcycles. Braaaaap! spring is sprung by susan © 2022 Listen here: Read here: spring is sprung spring’s the…
war zones
This painting by fine artist and FB friend Don Bruner captured my attention. The subject is the downtown Almonte, Ontario, Canada, the small community in which we both live….
ride o’clock
When Ottawa Motorcycle Riders group member Pinkie shared a post about it being ‘ride o’clock somewhere’ on a snowy day in February, I was inspired to write the first…
space invaders
The name of this poem is inspired by a 1978 video game (screen shot above) in which “the goal is to defeat wave after wave of descending aliens with…
battle stations
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
best friends
My mother’s room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the nursing home. Her neighbour’s door was always open when I walked by. There…