Susan's Credentials

Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Transformation

I use the plastic edged razor

meant to slice Christmas wrap

and envelope paper

to cut your beautiful hair.

 

No quick snip of the barber shears

but an urgent hack and hew

leaving you with a ragged fray

about your face.

 

Head liberated and light

eyes clear and bright under the rising sun

you stand transformed and ready

to do battle in a new world.

Saturday, April 5, 2025

dawn

dawn stretches across the horizon

languid, banishing the dark cloud bank

confused by the infusion of light