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You Are the Musical Bridge: an Ode to Mark LaRue
You Are the Musical Bridge: an Ode to Mark LaRue
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The Three
An incantation of unfinished selves
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Anatomy of Hell
A visceral exploration of emotion’s geography — where memory, regret, and longing take shape in the chambers of the human heart.
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Binary Born from Breath
I’ve been thinking a lot about dreams, divinity, and code—how ancient myths and modern theories seem to speak the same truth: Are we living in a dream… or is the dream living through us?
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I Measure My Shadow
A poem about pain, reckoning, and quiet forgiveness
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Does Death Multiply Like Rabbits?
In the quiet spaces between life and death, I often find myself listening for echoes. This poem began as a meditation on mortality, but became something stranger, more rhythmic—like a song you remember from a dream.
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It May Be True
This came to me during meditation. I’m not sure if it’s a poem, a lament, or a love letter to someone gone too soon. I didn’t mean to write it—it just arrived. Sometimes grief finds a shape before we do.
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A Letter to the Life I Just Left
I know why you left, and I understand why you stayed.
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Why I’m Writing
Some stories don’t arrive all at once. Often, they’ll come like dandelion fluff, floating in the air around us. Sometimes, a bit sticks to us like a wish and lingers in our hearts. Othertimes, they’ll come to us in a flurry of wind, and suddenly, they’re all around. Some may haunt us, following us like an unsettled spirit rising from its grave, I, its chosen keeper of its tale. The only way to set its story free is to write. After all, all of us, no matter who we are- the villain, the hero, the trickster- want to be heard and seen. Even the hermit alone in his cave has…
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A Beginning from the In-Between
Welcome to writingbySusannah. I have always been drawn to the in-between places- the spaces between who we were and who we’re becoming, between loss and healing, between leaving and returning. This is a space for those stories.
