Thursday, 17 June 2021

One Poem by Susan Tepper




My hand dried the issue


though it scratched me



I scratched back

and grew a scab

high and thick and crusty


Couldn’t keep my hand

from picking it

till it bled

had to start over


I picked it again



returning the scab

to immortality

Susan Tepper is a twenty year writer and the author of nine published books of fiction and poetry.  Her most recent are a poetry chap CONFESS (Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and a funky road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019). Currently, she’s in pre-production of an Off-Broadway Play she wrote and titled ‘The Crooked Heart’ based on artist Jackson Pollock in his later years.


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