Susan was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama, then relocated to the Pacific Northwest in 1993. Always a lover of the written word, she's been a writer for many years, concentrating on the poetic genre for the last decade.
From 1997 to 1999 she was publisher and editer fo The Open Bone Review, a quarterly featuring poetry from as far away as Turkey and Austria.
Her publishing credits include Stringtown, Arnazella, Mobius< Lilliput Review, Miller's Pond, The Aurorean, Elk River Review, and Alternative Harmonies, who recently published a chapbook of her work, "Falling Into Another Place" (Dec. 1999).
Married 26 years, with two kids in college, she now lives between the mountains and the sea in Port Angeles, Washington, where her work reflects her life.
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Undone You've undone the woman, as you would an envelope with steam, then water aimed along the smooth, angled edges, dissolving the adhesive so nothing more could stick. You've undone the woman, as you would a plant, tapping the peat container to loosen the dirt, exposing root tendrils hiding in nutrient soil. You've undone the woman, unbuttoning every outer piece of clothing, every foundation, rendering the body parts from their tight, corrective trappings. You've undone her, covert as a spy, determined as any gardener, You've undone her like a scheming lover knowing it was time. You've undone her, you have. You. And whether she ever tells you or not, she loves you for it. She does. You've undone her. All of her. You.