Tag Archives: Susan Browne

Guest Poetry Blog Series #5. Introducing the Fifth Contributor, American Poet Susan Browne, Part One of Two – Infinity on Fire

    Bonanza Amanda shows me my bones, A picture of my spine, ghost-like, Snake-like, like it could rattle. I say, Amanda, it looks crooked, why Is that? She shrugs, You’re not the only one. Your bone-density’s fine. You can go now. My plebeian spine walks me toward The mammogram room where I flop my […]

The Art of Narrative Finesse – The Poetry of Susan Browne

Chiaroscuro The Italian birds fly over the garden where this morning I stood on sunstruck tiles next to an olive orchard, thinking how fortunate to land here, eating the earth, drinking the vineyard, traveling to Rome to a room of Caravaggios that nearly stop me from breathing, especially the painting where Mary, her skin incandescent, […]