Casa de las Piedras
by Susan Keiser
Too hard a home,
it clings bone-like to
thanksgiving mountain,
red against the pale,
tenacious more than true,
sting-bright, freshly swept
for mines.
Susan S. Keiser’s checkered past includes a stint as a high school English teacher, a docent gig in a museum based solely on the poetry of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, ongoing commitment to a highly specialized literary marketing outfit and a brief fling as a pastry chef. She also spent years as a bank executive. Her poems have appeared in SpokenWar, Carcinogenic Poetry, decomP Magazine, Orion headless, Right Hand Pointing and The Camel Saloon. She lives in Key West, Florida, and is at work on a novel in which both kudzu and ice fishing figure prominently.
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