Articles by Susan Moorhead

Poet’s Corner – Salamander

She pries back the lid of an old take-out food container and reveals him, mottled, dark and damp; he hisses. She speaks to him calmly, my [...]

March 24, 2019

Poet’s Corner: Snapshot

Snow melting on the buried lawns, only 8:00 a.m.  and it’s twenty degrees warmer than yesterday.   The black road is [...]

March 6, 2019

Poet’s Corner: Mr. Grimshaw

My daughter catches toads on summer nights when they fill the street in front of her house. When rain creates rivers of glistening light [...]

June 17, 2018

Poet’s Corner – Talking

If you couldn’t sleep, chances are you would find my mother in the kitchen at 3 A.M. with a cup of hot chocolate or maybe a cool [...]

May 13, 2018

Poet’s Corner – Oranges

Oranges, the way my mother ate them. Standing at the sink, eating the slices one by one in rapid succession, in-between chores, determined [...]

March 4, 2018

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