Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Making Stars By Susan Isla Tepper


Losing my bearings

along the way

I found you floating

in a filament sky—

its tendrils and the 

clouds breathing life

into making stars—

Not even a mouse 

could be quieter.

And you, out there

seemingly content, 

while my struggles 

with strands 

in the atmosphere—

a daily occurrence— 

I was unsuited, you see.

Defined by wild wisteria & 

shouted misgivings—

So loud, my head loosened.






Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty year writer in all genres. Her stage play "Crooked Heart" will be featured in Origin Theatre Company 'May Play Festival', NYC.

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