The Magic of Place
We watch the fog sweep silver brush across the greenboard mountains– left behind? The questions unerased. Have those mountains been …
Tag: Susanne Donoghue
Filly
Coruscating black hide, she feels the weight of our eyes. She, the cynosure, her steps light and quick, she switches …
Vertiginous Autumn
Sweetness in Amber Sweetness of the autumn days savored, tucked under my tongue to melt to oak-gold shadows– Wind-cleansed, rain-shined, …
Heart of Fire and Stone
High in the air above the Seine, I watch you all be born and die. It is a wonder. They …