by Susan Gates | Nov 1, 2022
Flat like foccacia–but restlessexposed and pressed up to skylike souls. It tosses backclouds and starsand gazes up at God. ** I wrote this poem while lying on a dock along the Chester river, a tributary of the Chesapeake Bay. The river is beyond lovely —...
by Susan Gates | Oct 26, 2022
This photo mesmerizes me.My daughter took it last week in Laoswhere she worked with a program that destroys bombs. Millions upon millions remainwedged into the countryside wherefields should flourish withrice and coffee andeveryone sits under their own banana tree....
by Susan Gates | Oct 7, 2022
Fall doesn’t lie. It reveals. Fall is like taking off make-up after a girl’s night out. The annuals are leggy and weird, and each basil leaf is pimpled with bug bites. The exhausted tomatoes gave up weeks ago. The early-blooming cherry waits for the rest...
by Susan Gates | Oct 1, 2022
Bricoleur: One who shapes the beautiful and useful out of the dump heap of human life. An old friend from my finance days — who went on to become an Anglican priest — once called me a bricoleur after French social anthropologist Claude Levi-Strauss. Unsure if this was...
by Susan Gates | Sep 28, 2022
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. And God blessed them. Genesis 1:27-28. When you’re teaching management skills to systems engineers working in military organizations, creativity is up there with...
