Sue Burge’s house is packed with exotica. She has immersed herself in hot springs on three continents, ridden horses, mules, camels, elephants and bicycles, and attended more wild and wonderful religious ceremonies than she can count. You can find Sue Burge’s poetry in Mslexia, Poetry in the Waiting Room, and {encode=”http://www.writers-forum.com” title=”Writer’s Forum”}, as well as in two anthologies: Tales of Eastern Promise and Up to our Necks in it.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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