Dirt Road Dreams

The best poetry is made of human stuff… of lived words that remind heart and soul that another being has fallen (often face-first) and has gotten up grinning her defiance through a mouthful of dirt.

That was one of the thoughts dancing through my skull as I read Susie Clevenger’s Dirt Road Dreams. And this is my favorite quote, from her poem, “Bored With White Illusion”, which I’m quite certain needs to be read while growling a bit… and grinning a lot):

“I don’t want to be fed verses
that suggest but don’t commit.
If there is passion, let me feel its heat.
I want my heart to beat fast,
my breath raspy, my skin to burn.”
~ Susie Clevenger



Lust in Love

“If they substituted the word ‘Lust’ for ‘Love’ in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.” ~ Sylvia Plath


can feed
on tamed kisses,
but flesh craves wild

can be
the best treat,
when the flesh feels


Passion, by Wiktoria Florek


a wee note…
elfchen (elevenie), five lines of free verse that dance like this: 1st line (1 word), 2nd line (2 words), 3rd line (3 words), 4th line (4 words), 5th line (1 word). I coupled these wee bits for Poets United’s Midweek Motif: Lust.