Authorz: Lillian Susan Thomas

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In the days after 9/11 All over New York City, Babies were born, some came weeks early. Even across the country the birth rate hiccuped…

The eagle’s scream Above the lake Forms a round sound wave That slices through the air As a bamboo boomerang Might flutter and return And…

Canadian geese: rain-swelled ditches reflect moon, confusing the fowl. They land in our town. amid honking louder than rush hour traffic jam. Slippers crunch on…

Growing up in Lubbock, Child of dust storms, There were years when all of my memories Were shaped by wind: Nightmares were tumble-weeded and dust-deviled;…

What happened to the moon? Who took it away? I saw the tree branches tearing at it — The shreds wisping in the early light…

park benches at dawn: tramps rise and wash, walking barefoot in dew revision 1: park benches at dawn: shivering tramps rise to wash walk barefoot…

Searching for a gas station off of the interstate, I drive through the shimmering heat That ruffles my vision of the highway. The image wavers…

“Do you want a kiss? ” I ask. Nodding with an expectant smile, You receive my Hershey – Small dollop of sweet darkness Rising as…

First time I saw a scissor-tail swallow I thought it was a vision, So elegant in bridal gown, So rare, the long train trailing behind.…

The mountain lays upon a glacial lake’s smooth skin until a fish jumps at dusk to catch a dragon- fly that hangs above watching it-…

The face in the moon is mine. Held up like the clear-pool mirror to the world, Who else would I see? Untouchable, throwing a tangible…

Fine as cat whiskers, the dream tickles gossamer sleep, lets the vision escape, like a breeze through the spider’s web. But the joke gets caught…

On a long day of lovemaking, You fed me orange sections In a morning break. They were commas between Two phrases of a love poem.…

I used to wish for a cyclone to come barreling down the alley and hit this house, knock it roofless, suck all the innards out,…

The sun kisses what it loves And leaves the rest to shadow: The open rose sharing its fragrance and pollen More than the tightly curled…

I always thought I’d be a nun – Accustomed to a meager maternal love, Cleansed of all touch, Thin as a communion wafer. A life…

Willow sapling, no taller than me, towards the river it leans — spindly whips covered with leaves in the water dangle green — some would…

I’m home from Christmas shopping. Snow crystals on my jacket melt before they glitter gifts, then dampen wrapping paper.

The distance between you and me As we swim in the lake Is only our breath. The distance between you and the sun Is the…