it’s almost spring
Many motorcycle riders spend most of the winter wishing it were summer. This poem is about that. it’s almost spring by susan © 2023 it’s almost spring the sun…
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…
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…
country, music and cats
The black and white beauty above is my friend Judith’s cat, Oreo. Oreo is a sweetheart. Stubborn at times. But a sweetheart nevertheless. On the Sunday before Halloween, I…
13 late-night almonte images to mark halloween 2022
Some random late-night images, which I took in the streets of Almonte toward the end of October 2022. Click on the image below to see the rest. Happy Halloween….
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…
blinded by the light
“Ride home safe,” a friend messaged me. “That’s the plan!” I replied. But things didn’t go according to plan… ******* The Carleton Place Show and Shine was cancelled forty-five…
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…