9/9/2017 1 Comment Poetry by Suzanne BailieESTRANGED You are of my blood. Yet, we are cold oceans apart. A needle’s width means miles and years. I’m told blood is about 75% water. If so, can the currents of red hallowed love that flows hidden through our ancestral DNA help us find our way back? UNANSWERED I can’t answer your call. The cloud of hopelessness clings too heavy too dark for me today. I’ll bind myself in a blanket, and lay awake all night. Pleading with your guardian angels to get their asses in gear. Because, I simply can’t anymore. Bio: Suzanne Bailie is a playwright, artist and poet. Her short plays and monologues have been produced across the United States, United Kingdom, South America, South Korea and Australia. Suzanne’s inventive and quirky poetry continues to be highlighted in many poetry anthologies and magazines.
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Barb Totherow
9/11/2017 07:57:33 am
Susie, these are absolutely wonderful!
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