Friday, May 22, 2020

Schrooms by Susan Tepper


Some people you can 
read between the lines
get the real fix—
where their schrooms
darken out of 
a bunched pile—
Could be cells
or plain bad timing;
May have started
neutral as beige 
carpet rolled up 
so much it lost 
that soft shade—
got a grey wear mark
turned dingy—
a madness 
flourishing
with each new twist.



Susan Tepper is the author of nine published books of fiction and poetry. Her two most recent titles are CONFESS (poetry from Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and a road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019) that was shortlisted at American Book Fest. Other honors and awards include eighteen Pushcart Prize Nominations, a Pulitzer Nomination by Cervena Barva Press for the novel ‘What May Have Been’ (re-written and re-titled for adaptation as a stage play to open in NY next year), shortlisted in Zoetrope Contest for the Novel (2003), NPR’s Selected Shorts for ‘Deer’ published in American Letters & Commentary (ed. Anna Rabinowitz), Second Place Winner in StorySouth Million Writers Award, Best of 17 Years of Vestal Review and more. Tepper is a native New Yorker. www.susantepper.com

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