Friday, May 17, 2024

Shot by Susan Isla Tepper

I stopped reading your face 

and addressing your silence.   

Went to the woods and shot 

wherever leaves moved.

Down one path to the next

led by a series of 

heavy truck tires that

churned up the ground 

as if they knew me—

my unconscionable needs—

the dirt deeply unforgiving. 






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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