Feb 28, 2019

Haibun: A Walk Across the Moon

Winter snow spoke to the moon in glitter as my father, sister, and I broke the silence of wonderland with booted footprints. The night was diamond-ed in imagination and none of us spoke for fear of breaking the spell. We had often hiked through daylight woods, but night walks were rare and snow filled ones could be counted on one hand. My father, who never spoke much, spoke a magic journal entry into our collective memories when he said, “Come take a walk with me.”

a father’s magic
came with winter moon and snow
the spell grew deep roots

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Feb 26, 2019

Flying Beyond Stones

"Ireland" by Emily Soto, fashion photographer

I don’t know if I can fly today. Granny Ray, you always told me when I was afraid to remember a butterfly grows its wings in the dark so it will be strong enough to fly when it tears an opening in freedom. I have my toes on the edge, but my heart is a stone pressing me into yesterday. I was nurtured in scars, and night rants. Freedom is a city without a map. Is one kind word enough of a breeze to help me feel my wings? Oh, Granny, I must trust there’s blue sky in this sidewalk.

I can’t move
the stones
in my past,
but I can choose
the direction
of my wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2019


Feb 5, 2019

Needle with a Little Sugar

Don’t drink and spell? Oh, I love to pour a smoky Cabernet in my words. You know those sly slips of the tongue that stick a needle in with a little sugar, but burn when the point reaches pain. Does that sound evil? Not really. I don’t turn the other cheek if I expect a scar. Let’s just say I level the playing field when a lover fails to follow the rules. Restraint is like a rubber band. When it is stretched too far, it snaps. Of course they’re always forewarned, I’ve never been declawed.

wine and stones
will find your bones
if you speak a lie to hurt me

©Susie Clevenger 2019

No, this isn't about me. :) I decided to work on short stories. This blog is a potpourri of writing, and my muse is all over the place lately. (It couldn't be my ADD.) 

Feb 4, 2019

The Voice in Silence

PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath

I was hoping it would be a rebirth of sorts, a spiritual retreat, when I agreed to fly to Arizona with Sally and Bill because I felt empty. Sitting in this lawn chair listening to them discuss every reason they planned the trip feels like dropping litter in a prayer. Right in front of us is a tee-pee with a sunset backdrop. I rise to walk away from them and before I can take a step Sally stands up beside me with tears in her eyes and speaks,

“Our noise prevents us from hearing silence. The mountain begs for peace.”

©Susie Clevenger 2019