Authorz: Lillian Susan Thomas

Just like that old saying, “I don’t care what you call me, Just don’t call me late for supper.” Sometimes you don’t call me by…

We are the lithograph of God’s Image – Each a numbered edition From the stone cut. Some copies turn out faint, Mere brush strokes on…

A mason jar is crammed with ev’ry fragrance and hue of summer I gathered in my blue apron out-stretched as the sky over the sun-drenched…

Hobos in holey coats Would stand around the oil drums fires At Santaland, sometimes sharing a thermos Of Christmas cheer and off-key caroling Of “Joy…

I miss deep kisses wet with longing. I miss hands that know Where to touch to quicken my pulse And strong arms around me. I…

For so many years I wrapped this clapper In soft quilting, to dampen the music to others, Waiting to learn at least a chord. And…

All autumn declines To be remembered As a single mood: Sometimes stormy As a blue northern Stampedes over the Hill Country; Other days clear and…

Since cold has set in I have been electric. What are these sparks, Snapping and crackling from fingertips and elbows? (I guess that’s why it’s…

Late summer when I was 10 And monarchs were moving through Texas On their way to mountain homes I found a stranded member of that…

Bent oaks absorb the incessant drizzle On dark thick shoulders, Dripping excess on the ground below. Shading deeper with wetness, They bow closer to the…

Winds of winter whistle Through the cracks around windows And whine under the door, Like coyotes yelping, wanting in for the warmth. Winds of winter…

The sharp eyes of alarms — Red as worries — Slap me alert As midnight rolls over me. Green glow of numbers Watches over my…

Through the windows Of my body you enter– And suddenly I see my world anew: My drab house is full of light. Through the half-opened…

In a jet I look earthward As the sun dips in the west, And the clouds lay below me Rolling out to the edge Of…

After the funeral of my patient I stand in the graveyard Among stone angels With their eyes closed to the world, But guarding the entrance…

On internet poetry sites we are as the blind – Hands and heart reach out into the void To feel the walls around us, And…

Steel gates creak As cold winds speak And sweep through the turnstiles Past the sign, “For Sale” Next to the carousel Where the worn horses…

Slender tendrils of day Have already crept down the mountain, And like kudzu are covering Everything above ground with a suffuse radiance. Not even the…

Oil drills daven in the distance, planted in the midst of a red, barren field. The furrows’ ridges gape like ribs on a starving dog.…

There is such an abundance of moonlight. My cup of wine in hand I walk out into my radiant garden And see a tiny white…