by suelarkinsweems | Apr 30, 2016 | The Poetry
for Popo…I’m not sure 98 years was enough In March, I left the South’s dying winter flew home to Arizona to stand with my people breathing a collective farewell to a patriarch, near-centenarian dear faces flooded the church doors the sun bright, unawares I...
by suelarkinsweems | Mar 6, 2015 | The Poetry
I fell asleep with small fears tugging at my covers But woke up sweating with dreams of fighting drunks and coyotes I caught my breath, remembering how coyotes send out a feeler to play and draw curious pups away from home to the edges of the red-rimmed rocks where...
by suelarkinsweems | Feb 11, 2015 | The Poetry
I used to hold Penelope in contempt Her weak-willed waiting All the raveling and unraveling Just to maintain uncertainty I called her a woman of inaction Twenty years later, I see her anew All her raveling as cunning She waged her own war in her time I realize perhaps...
by suelarkinsweems | Sep 5, 2014 | The Poetry
It’s a difficult thing Walking detached from a person I’ve worn in my body He’s choosing a different path I can see him from here Each crag that traps him Each branch clawing at his neck I holler warning Stay on the trail head! Look to the mountain top! He can’t hear...
by suelarkinsweems | Oct 4, 2013 | The Poetry
Hello. It’s been quiet here. I have missed you all. The government has shut down, and we are getting hourly updates on what is and isn’t open on our bases here. We’re praying for so many of our friends who are currently furloughed and waiting. On top of that madness,...
by suelarkinsweems | May 9, 2013 | The Poetry
Vulnerable Like a seventh-grade-girl wearing high water jeans Because her legs grew faster than Momma’s budget She rolls the denim To make them on purpose Raw edges all tucked under She tilts her head at the mirror Praying for grace Seeing only what she lacks She...
