Author Archives: Suzanne

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.

Smoke Fills the Air ~ 2

Smoke follows beauty That’s what you would say as the Smoke filled my lungs and clouded my brain. I was only a child wishing for fresh air to fill my days instead of living in a Perpetual Haze. I did … Continue reading

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Taking a drink

Is this the same cup of Kool-Aid? I don’t think I can do it. He closed the garage door prematurely. Growing up, the girls never knew their dad.

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Smoke Fills the Air

Smoke fills the air.  Filling my lungs. I am only a child. A child wanting to breathe fresh air. Living in a perpetual haze.  I didn’t want the perks of your addiction.  Yet I had no choice.  I had no … Continue reading

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Tuesday Morning/Poetry and Pie

Spinach mango smoothie Sweet potato pie Upbeat music Perfect breakfast Fine Tuesday morning

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Freedom

Follow my dreams.  Move to the music.  Feel his lips on mine.  Feel the sun caress my face.  Look up at the clouds.   These are the moments I cherish.  These are moments of freedom.  Existing.  Of ecstasy.  The beat.  The … Continue reading

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Writing and the Writer

I want to write.  Everytime I think of something I want to write I am usually out and about not with computer in hand.   I always debate on trying to remember, or writing it down.  Seems I need to write … Continue reading

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Match?

He’s in South Korea training fighter jet pilots while I sift through my dirty laundry looking for underwear to wear to yoga. I don’t know if this one will work out.

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