Susan S. : Writing

Baudy

Baudy

A Poem by Susan S.


There once was a bawdy from Horseheads Whose limericks had silk sheets and beadsteads They rhythmed and rhymed And spasmed and climbed ---The re..
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A Poem by Susan S.


This is a prophesy that has been part of the tradition (burden?) of the rulers of A'D'Alene for centuries. The Barron is convinced it means his son s..
Geas

Geas

A Poem by Susan S.


This poem is in a weblit I've been writing. This one takes place when one of the main characters asks the most powerful witch in the world for a favo..
The Priest

The Priest

A Poem by Susan S.


In collaboration with Yuval Freund
Rapture

Rapture

A Poem by Susan S.


Night like the black, haunted river flows through the bleak, turgid landscape Headlands Like thighs of rock Contain the bewitching river Riv..
Black River Spell

Black River Spell

A Poem by Susan S.


T’was fate that brought me there That black and haunted river Swallowing light and life and hope My hope In death we ponder the errors T..
Sam I Am

Sam I Am

A Poem by Susan S.


My brother's nick name really was Sam. Once he got lost and all he could tell the cops was, "My name is Sam and I live next to Boo."
Reprise

Reprise

A Poem by Susan S.


This is for all those people who couldn't quite handle a haiku of 3-5-3
To Maureen on the Occasion of Her Birthday

To Maureen on the Occasion of Her Birthday

A Story by Susan S.


Love can be strange. Very, Very strange.
No One Seems to Care

No One Seems to Care

A Poem by Susan S.


Tara is the five thousand year old center of Irish culture. Very little of it has seen the arciologist's brush, but now the government of Ireland has..