Saturday, July 15, 2006


My Mother Dreams Another Country


God, I love the way she writes.


sam of the ten thousand things said...

This is a remarkable piece. I especially like these lines--

She breathes it in – Mississippi – then drifts toward sleep,
thinking of someplace she’s never been. Late,
Mississippi is a dark backdrop bearing down
on the windows of her room.

The strength of the imagery pulls in the reader. Wonderful writing.

Sheryl said...

Thanks for this, Suzanne.

I have to check out her new book.

michi said...

oh wow. thanks for the link.


mareymercy said...

Beautiful poem. Thanks for linking it!