Articles by Susan Moorhead

The old tree stood marked with two great slashes of an orange X. Insect- riddled and storm torn, sucha lean to it that leaves trailed [...]

In the summer yard, the roof of skyis a blue you’ve waited for, with nothing shyabout clouds of flowers heady with scentthat could make [...]

Two leaves falling in an autumn skysuddenly caught in a swirl of wind.Instead of their expected journey from tree to ground, they move [...]

Tulip feverSpring sprungJazz pinkBlush loveHope cupsDrink deepPetal kissDon’t think Top photo: [...]

Spring had harbored in our town, and I left the green froth of new leaves and washes of red tulips as I headed north, an [...]

I glanced in the rear view mirror as I shiftedinto reverse, something bid me look again beforestepping on the gas. A round cheerful face [...]

My Twitter feed seems to be a longlist of people saying they have lost their mother, their brother or sister, their father, their [...]

If you hold a sparrowin the cup of your hand,a found one, stunnedby the smash of glassthat was window not sky,forever after, when you see [...]