Plays available through New Play Exchange (NPX) at
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Girth, a one-act play, video, Jamaica Center for Arts and Learning, April 2021.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MobrDeIq2w&t=54s
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Heart, a play in 150 words, video, Barely Seen, February 2021.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=
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The First Impression, podcast, Open-Door Playhouse, October 2020.
https://www.opendoorplayhouse.org/plays/theater4
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During the summer of 2013, Suzanne blogged her experience on Wordpress.com working as a dramaturg with Mark Bly and the National New Play Network at the John F. Kennedy Performing Arts Center in Washington DC.
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Featured on Colorado Public Radio, use this for an audio link for the poem En Pointe.
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Search several poems, past events, and an article on the 10th anniversary of 9/11 in The Daily Sentinel newspaper.
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Poems that have been featured in Poets' Corner in The Aspen Daily News.
https://www.aspendailynews.com/
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Suzanne’s first book of poetry, Passion Play, was published through Mestiza Press of Los Angeles in 2007.
A Gracious Breath
Draped beyond the blossoms,A gracious breath away -
Your mouth was made
To fit with mine,
But this is the secret
That is mine alone.
Say It Will Be
Say there will come a time
When my hair will lie across his breast
And I will hear his heart beating
Instead of it calling to mine
At a distance.
Say there will come a time
When I will know
The taste of his mouth
And I can give myself to him
With quivering emotion.
Say there will come a time
When he will say my name
Above the tension and the ecstasy
And I will know his love in return
From the look in his eyes.
The Keeper of Days is Suzanne's 2010 collection of poetry from Farolito Press of Colorado.
Ten Thousand Sparrows
One
We Do Not Tell, We Do Not Gather
I will know the ghosts
you created and you will know mine
by a look,
by your listening
or lack of either –
because we do not stand and state
our names – real or imagined,
but we find each other.
These are the stories we don’t tell
but keep in a compact
in the small fastened compartment
of a make-up bag –
accepting its presence in
the thin silky material, the bulging outline
with zippered teeth
tightly closed.
Something That Sings
I want to write something,
something that sings.
That will speak of the philosophy
and loneliness
and a young girl’s heart –
the soul of a dance.
It must ring of truth and lies and
not fade away,
of misplaced passion and deceit,
of tears I won’t admit.
A doctrine for the game
that lovers play –
the rules I cannot compete.