Monday, May 9, 2022

Swimming by Susan Isla Tepper

Blood down their faces 
in rivulets recalls: 
swimming in the sea
so cold you felt the skin
almost shriveling 
off your body
There was no fear
just strength and power
Jubilation 
when you emerged
dripping and shivering 
the sea so black and
hungry and thirsty.



Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres.  Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.


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