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Beloved

February 6, 2019

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“But  the Angel loved the Dionysius. She wanted him to fly.” — from a collection of original myths by Susan Kirschbaum/copyrighted 2019.

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“The Work”

February 1, 2019

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There is a pen

I like to call her Sanity

There are words

I like to call them Mother

There is a keyboard

That I’ve dubbed the Mothership

I am an Alien.

They call me Writer.

No Lolita

January 31, 2019

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**All words copyrighted Susan Kirschbaum/2019

Into the Woods I’d traveled

To find a drenched Lil’ Red Riding Hood

Under a tree

While clutching her apple

With such hungry eyes

She seduced the Wolf

To keep her warm

To muffle her cries (that sounded like a drowning cat.)

How she’d hypnotize the charitable

With such hungry eyes,

Such desperate cries,

To fool them to make her a Star

So the drowning cries sounded like Rain.

Umbrellas, they’d provide

To keep her hidden

From the Sun

That scorched her

Into Anonymity.

 

 

Black Mirror

November 16, 2018

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Borrowing Botticelli

August 29, 2018

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Aphrodite lent me her scallop.  I’ve oiled the base of the shell.  My love is not fickle but as intricate and expansive as the tide.  I may float into you.  But you cannot contain me at your will.  (**My writing (copyrighted) #poetry #susankirschbaum #love Post beach #selfie.)

Ice Burn

June 30, 2018

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April 14, 2018

CHAIR.jpgThe boy sits alone in his chair. Missing me. He drugs himself into oblivion. He sits not in his chair. But out in the world, he owns “the empty.” Missing me… ~Susan Kirschbaum #poetry #writing **Copyright 2018