1 Mother is a place, hidden in breast an aumbry, in the crux a son. 2 You see but look away from my paling flesh, don’t even graze. I see me too— unwanted visitor, sinkhole, dark star, vapor. I believe sometimes believe I must, will you believe me? Lament for my child, the raw scent, […]
Susan Mason Scott
Susan Mason Scott is a retired adult math educator living in Madison, Indiana. She never settles for long, moving to new adventures in several of the United States, Sierra Leone, Nicaragua, and Italy. She was awarded first place in the Nebraska Poetry Society Open Poetry Contest and chosen as a finalist in the 2025 Sweet Poetry Contest. Her work appears in several publications referenced on her website: susanmasonscott.com.
Oregon Winter
Noble Fir cradlethe ridge like bowed armor whisk forest floorsand hungry crows peck wounded tissue clean. Maples’ blistered limbs camouflage in chartreuse fur a canopy of browsto absorb the daily soak muddy the root. A Chestnut-backed chickadee forages and rests in these trees bereaved of energyshe survives in a blanket lineage, a windbreak. On rare […]