Susan B. A. Somers-Willett

Billie Jean  Her sister’s water broke this morning and her Cymbalta’s not working and she’s soon to be homeless because those twin nephews are fast on their way but today her ex-lover’s baby mother is going to be at the Flag Day parade [...]

  This is how my father will tell it:he is a young man, not even twenty, driving down a road in Arizona with my mother and searching for the place where they will park, put their backs to cool June grass, and lie naked together for the first tim [...]

  Sweet tobacco wafts through the quarterdeck,        around the sweating rungs and under the hatch, while a perfumed woman studies the Captain        to her wicked tattoos. She is rare [...]

  Who would guess that glory would live on a pea plant’s sticky mouth smeared with golden pollen? The monk frees the flowers’ sexes from the calico bonnets and shoos the abbot’s sweet-bottomed bees and with tweezers snips powder f [...]