July 27, 2024Published by Sue Cook at July 27, 2024Categories Blog PoetryJourneyFunny to call it that, but when the soul journeys out from the body, What else lies on the table but that which is enduring the cutting? Like a lamb at the market providing only the choicest meat for observation.
June 25, 2024Published by Sue Cook at June 25, 2024Categories PoetrySpiralsIt surrounds organs, tendons, and ligaments my choicest parts – those most vulnerable to your dalliances.
February 19, 2022Published by Sue Cook at February 19, 2022Categories PoetryThank You“Liar! We will torture you, call you names til you go insane.”
