Monday, May 18, 2026

BOY By Susan Isla Tepper


After last call 

The lights flashing

Your life is the black floor

In a bar that keeps selling

Till the sun comes up—

With the rest of them 

You stagger out

Onto the street

Blinded by day or

Just plain blinded—

That sadness 

Crushing your spirit

Ripped out when you were a boy.



Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty year writer in all genres. Her most recent book, a Novel titled Hair Of A Fallen Angel, came out in the fall from Spuyten Duyvil Books, NYC. Tepper has also written 7 stage plays. Her third play titled EVA & ADAMO will present at The Tank, NYC, early fall. www.susantepper.com


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