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Ode to Man Ray

April 27, 2019

SusanKirschbaumSelfPortrait.jpg**Self Portrait by Susan Kirschbaum

The moon beam called me by name. “Hopeful and incandescent.” Then kissed me on the lips…. (my words #selfreflection/life as a dream.)


March 7, 2019

The Lovers:Manray.jpgImage: “The Lovers” ManRay Text: My writing from current collection of poetry and verse (Copyright 2019)

You didn’t want me to leave

So you left me many times

You left for users and thieves and crackheads

Who’d leave you for dead without fame or drugs

Left for vampires and idiots

And wood creatures who smelled bad up close.

— Susan Kirschbaum (Copyright 2019)

Abandoned (he ignored the note)

March 4, 2019


I waited for you. Like purity in the dark. 

(Words/Photo: Susan Kirschbaum)

Self Service

March 1, 2019


I like to pretend that I’m a French New Wave #film star.  “La Nouvelle Vague” et moi.  **I used to be in #fashion.   (**This message is entirely self serving. #selfie taken today.)


February 6, 2019


“But  the Angel loved the Dionysius. She wanted him to fly.” — from a collection of original myths by Susan Kirschbaum/copyrighted 2019.

“The Work”

February 1, 2019

"The Work":SusanKirschbaum.jpg(**Photo and writing/Copyrighted by Susan Kirschbaum/2019.)

There is a pen

I like to call her Sanity

There are words

I like to call them Mother

There is a keyboard

That I’ve dubbed the Mothership

I am an Alien.

They call me Writer.

No Lolita

January 31, 2019


**All words copyrighted Susan Kirschbaum/2019

Into the Woods I’d traveled

To find a drenched Lil’ Red Riding Hood

Under a tree

While clutching her apple

With such hungry eyes

She seduced the Wolf

To keep her warm

To muffle her cries (that sounded like a drowning cat.)

How she’d hypnotize the charitable

With such hungry eyes,

Such desperate cries,

To fool them to make her a Star

So the drowning cries sounded like Rain.

Umbrellas, they’d provide

To keep her hidden

From the Sun

That scorched her

Into Anonymity.