Poetry

Susan Tepper’s
New Poetry Release
”Confess”


In the poems comprising her newest collection, Susan Tepper is elegiac and lyrical (…a lake I carry on my back/one of stillness), often contemplating winter and its darkness with the necessary intervention of birds, foods, and the mysteries of human relationships—your arms hold secrets. And now and then a tough humor shines a light as well (Bury me in a giant keg—I’m lonely.) One feels her physical and inner landscape acutely, and one has to confess that heres’s a poet who really knows, to the bone, how breathing in the stories is done to the benefit of us all.
—Tim Suermondt, author of Josephine Baker Swimming Pool

There is an extreme sense of intimacy in the poems of Susan Tepper. You can literally feel on the scrim of your skin her engagements with her senses—the natural order of things. She is no ham-fisted poet, but brings a subtle, dark beauty, like a trail of deep blue. She is in constant conversation with the world, and only a poet who is deeply in tune to herself, and the signs the universe sends us, can bring this accomplished work to the plate. —Doug Holder/Ibbetson Street Press/Lecturer in Creative Writing, Endicott College

Susan Tepper’s book of poetry, CONFESS, is a handful of pearls in a hand extended as a gift bearing opalescent light, specks of muted colors, sometimes questioning who we are in shaping our destiny, and what escapes from our dark corners, as in her poem “Course”:…the heart meets itself, blankly, hears its name in the crumpled page… in “Egg” a beam creaks, mindful in the quiet of the passage of time. There still exists in “Part & Parcel” Two suitcases, side by side/have yet to be unpacked, and in “Each Sky” Tepper plucks from the ever changing sky her keen perception of what is a visual poem. —Judith Lawrence, Lilly Press. editor/publisher


Photo: Glenn Bowie

ON THE ROAD

By Susan Isla Tepper
 
On the road I met bread
the shape-shifter
loaf  or sliced
bread came on to me
insisting I choose or
 I’ll shiv you, said bread
 
On the road I met rain
flailing at sunlight
trying to break through
rain dancing
to prove superiority
and further numbed
by thirty-one rainbows
 
On the road I met disease
stinking of strong cheese
some long name
oozing when sweaty
in disguise
a mild swiss variety swearing
repeatedly out its holes  
 
On the road I met stardust
a  silvery sort
glitter that sparked
my double vision
made in a third world country
when it moved shedding
showing  its nakedness 

On the road I met wine
by then
so damned thirsty
OK blood from a paper cup
lips cracked
during the transformation
a silver chalice
I had to decline


Violetta by Marie Lynam Fitzpatrick

Violetta by Marie Lynam Fitzpatrick

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DESIROUS by Susan IslaTepper

Your heart envies its factions
choruses of deliverance
that keep failing

despite a clutching effort

to hold intact what is left
the slightest drop of good will
You are your own prisoner

desirous of this place

your cries for help go rigid
in a black-tinged scarlet night

tongue of nights that pass over
any light that could be cast
by a new moon

Published in The Linnet's Wings summer 2019 issue Broom Bridge Totem


APRIL IS POETRY MONTH IN LIMERICK, IRELAND
"Course" was posted on the outside of GOLDEN GRILL Restaurant, 8 William Street, Limerick, Ireland

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