Susan Moorhead

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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