Susan Meyers's Writings
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Poem
Feb.11.2009
Linebreak
This poem is featured online for the week of Feb. 10-17, 2009, at the journal Linebreak. It is then archived at the site.
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Poem
Jul.14.2008
Verse Daily
Neither the Season, Nor the Place
Lake Santee, SC
Some mornings I mutter down the hallway of our marriage and open the only available door.But once in a while, say on a warm January morning,I ride out with him on the smooth lake of it,our small boat in the midst of quivering loons,the soprano of their notes—not calls,...
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Poem
Jul.14.2008
The Southern Review
Keep and Give Away
What do I know of man's destiny?I could tell you more about radishes. —Samuel BeckettWith a bushel basket in handhe's the tally of my ripest desires,
more than the sum of his summercrops, perfect and plentiful as they are—
even counting Early Contendersand Silver Queen. Burpless
cucumbers, Kentucky Wonders too.Throw in...
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Poem
Jul.14.2008
Spell for the Setting Sun
Be slantwise on bark. Hammeredby shadows longer than want.So what if the day turns to dry toast
and fetterbush? I'm sorryfor envy, sorry for lies. Be slantwise on bark. Be bitten
in half. Peachglow then waferless,the tide going out. A rinseof apricot gone from the sky.
I'm sorry for thievery, sorry for pride.Be bitten in half. Be...
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Poem
Jul.14.2008
Verse Daily
Hat of Many Goldfinches
Say you could wear twenty goldfinches on your head,ten females in their soft, modest plumageand ten bright males. What jubilation,all that twittering and hopping about.Little feet massaging your scalp, little beaksperchicoreeing to everyone you pass. No need for...
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Poem
Jul.14.2008
storySouth
Saturday Night Pantoum
—with a line from Mark Strand
If a chicken answers the door, you’re at the wrong party.Sneak through the crowd, and open the fridge.Then stand there panting. Never too cold in August.Isn’t that what your mother always said?
Sneak through the crowd, and open the fridge.Chickens don’t care, won’t give a cluck.Isn’...
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Poem
Jul.14.2008
storySouth
Sitting in Applebee’s Parking Lot Somewhere between Art and Dying
My cousin’s heart attack was weeks agoand still I think of dying, which he didn’t do,thank his lucky stars, or God. An old manshuffles with his little cart for balanceand mutters something I can’t hear, a curse?I’ll shuffle too someday, or maybe die first.
I vacillate between these fates, a child...
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Poem
Jul.14.2008
storySouth
Fishing Out of Water
Suppose wisdom came from a wood stork, that bald-headed drifter you see standing in the grass down by the fish-cleaning station—his posture, neck drawn in, an old argument with the past, his dark bill looking more like burden than tool. But when he flies, you trace the black tips of his wings, his body a soft, white arc you know as perfect...
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About Susan
Poet Susan Meyers, of Summerville, SC, is the author of Keep and Give Away, selected by Terrance Hayes for the inaugural South Carolina Poetry Book Prize and published in 2006 by the University of South Carolina Press. It also received the SIBA Book Award for...