Author Archives: grannysu

About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman

Summer Holiday

Tire swing and tree house, toy cars and sand shovels in the dirt below, roller skates that were a little too small and a bike that was a little too big. cotton shorts and Converse sneakers reading in the attic … Continue reading

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Golden

This moment, coffee in my cup, cut melon in my bowl, cranberry scones, fresh-baked, on my plate, the morning sun still hidden by green trees, new-laid eggs in a basket, the first cucmbers on the counter, golden squash heaped in … Continue reading

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Streams on Dry Ground

Another hot day, This is the day that the Lord hath made, the kind that makes men drink too much and women short-tempered, where meals are cold sandwiches and drinks are iced, the dogs growl at each other and find … Continue reading

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Hot

Too hot to think, to write, to sleep,  to talk. The dog sleeps under the porch ceiling fan, the brown thrasher pants atop the apple tree; too hot for the dogs to chase rabbits, for the birds to chase bugs. Just too hot. … Continue reading

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The Morning News

  The whippoorwill is back, just outside my window at six a.m., telling me to get up, get out and listen. I find my robe, socks, slippers, slide open the door, sink onto the porch swing. He’s right to call … Continue reading

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The Heretic’s Stash

When our bridges are burned, when our world is but ash And we stand like statues in the noise of the crash,   Will we rebel, will we cry foul!? Will we lash Out in fury, our screams a knife’s … Continue reading

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Bloodroot

Virgin-white blooms beseech light Slender stems of blood Suck sustenance from darkness

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