Thursday, June 22, 2017

A Dull Light On My Sunny Side

Oh, Government, you are
a dull light on my sunny side.
You never fail to provide the stink
if I decide I want to skate
somewhere on the fault line.

I rather like roller skating on bullshit.
There is honesty in its odor
The surface muck has enough lie
to support figure eights and
side stepping double speak.

Not to be political but political,
government marble halls
are always fresh with mess.
My standard skate wear is I won’t
believe a thing preconceived
assumptions accessorized
with my follow the money glasses.
I don’t need to waste
a new outlook, because
Truth never gets past
the special interest detector.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Recipe of Me

If you want a recipe for
what makes me tick:

Blend tears with a quarter
angry, sift in full blown attitude,
and a strong shot of feminist.

Peel back a few layers of thick skin
until you reach the center where
love doesn’t make labels, compassion
keeps me centered, and you’ll find
a seeker whose mind isn’t so stony
it can’t be changed.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Less Broom and More Gracious

I will clean the wasp nest
of my thoughts by unplugging
from the electronic stream
of two cent opinionators.

I will be less broom and
more gracious and apply
my fingertips to the spotted glass
that smudges my view of the garden.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

My tarot card reading for the day:

The Empress:

Be ambitious today, in a subtle way, and meet with a lot of cooperation and good will. Your ambition does not have to be grandiose. Concentrate on small projects and sweep away a lot of loose ends and complete things that have been long lingering. Act and speak with authority, and be fully respected. Do as much as you can today, and don't look back. 

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Word Drunk And Image High

Word drunk and image high
brains walk digital slums
where too much is too little.

Petitions drop in e-mails
with “this must” confetti and
shame shock toward wallets.

Nothing new under the sun…
Rome gets too big for its boots
chasing oil through Cheeto tracks.

Dumming down has its own cable channel,
glassy eyes tablet read into cameras,
Literacy Died On A Twitter Feed.

In the apathy we’ve become seeds speak,
“Tomorrow can be brighter than blindness,
It will take flesh and bone working together in real time.”

©Susie Clevenger 2017

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Four O'Clock

Four o’clock paints its portrait
on my library walls in dancing leaf shadows
muting the turquoise of a flowerpot
feeding on shrinking sunlight.

It is that time of day when the unwinding
stalks my mountain of lists and chases
it closer to the corner of undone.

Incubated in the sound play
of jet engines and classical music
I let sundown into my breathing
and turn my eyes to contemplate
a white crane soaring in a picture framed sky.

Daydreaming with my fingers black keyed
to an alphabet I write the bird’s flight
across a verse seeking wings not destination.

A roman numeral interjects itself into my reverie
as my gray cats stretch themselves toward dinner.
Walking the path of paws I leave late afternoon
to paint all my undone with the ebony touch of evening.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Tuesday, May 16, 2017


I was born into silence.
The noise of its anger
was the lullaby before nightmares.

Insomnia was my comforter.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Pushing Wasabi

Photo: Isadora Gruye

It was a little trippy
selling self care wasabi peas
to a county raised on chicken fried,
but once I pitched everyone could use
a little fire in their biscuits they started
planting the mouth burners on every road
not timeshared by weeds.

©Susie Clevenger 2017