Tag Archives: Joanna Suzanne Lee

the thing…

the thing about riversand is the way it gets underskin, over everything, in- side your cheeks and nostrils, poisons your pulse & invades the walls of all four chambers, leaves you to wake grinding jaws and grit- eyed from dreaming … Continue reading

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A word, like a key, is a little thing to break

So we go to get keys made, two copies, or three, their jangling in your pocket like the night echo of clown laughter when the circus trucks pull out of town, heavy as they cross the bridge where the river … Continue reading

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southern cross

a howling moon, two nights from the full. curtains are closed and heedless: you watch the same stars from across town, the aurora to my southern cross. we prefer the moon in daylight, its cotton shadow pale against the blush … Continue reading

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contemplating the roadside vultures off Huguenot West

the beauty in a row of rooftops can create its own springtime, make the median grass smell new. just the way a dead cat on the shoulder can ruin summer in a heart- beat. in every American city, there are … Continue reading

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New Tricks

The night the cat caught her first snake, she couldn’t sleep. Most nights she comes curling at my feet or in the crook of my knees, but that night, high on conquest or whatever cats have for adrenaline, she pounced … Continue reading

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invisible

wearing the afternoon across my shoulder blades like god’s thought, i drink down the unfulfillable bitter of April, wishing i could disappear into you. Joanna Suzanne Lee earned her MD from the Medical College of Virginia in 2007. Focusing on … Continue reading

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Wake

In Puerto Rico, the dead begin to outweigh the living in terms of sheer starpower: mass graves catch international airtime as the world looks up from its coffee cup, its Sunday afternoon football, is distracted from the metallic drip of … Continue reading

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