FRAMES by Susie Mee

Thursday, March 7, 2013

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Can you see the difference? How each one parts the air in a special way, an original
way, plucked from places both modern and ancient so that we can’t distinguish between
them until it actually happens, and sometimes more than once, like willow branches
enclosing the ground beneath again and again and again.

Note how the torrential winds widen the scale until the periphery scatters, flies
backwards like the pages of a torn book, as if relenting something precious, the present
moving elsewhere, changing forms, voices.

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Susie Mee’s work has been published in Virginia Quarterly, Confrontation, Alaska Quarterly Review, Scribbler and others; her poetry in Poetry, Grand Street, American Poetry Review, Perspective, Georgia Review, Stand (UK) and in several anthologies. She’s published a novel, a poetry collection, and has edited an anthology of southern women writers called Downhome. Susie Mee teaches writing at NYU.

Susie Mee has been a resident at Yaddo, Blue Mountain, VCCA, and MacDowell.

© 2013 – 2014, Metazen.

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