

Addressing a broad range of subjects, Susan wrote the piece below last February in response to Trump's prescription for school shootings, exhibiting a consistent combination of immediacy and emotional detail.
#Enough
I hid in a closet while my best friend was
killed.
I texted my sister.
I love you.
Tell Mom and Dad to get here,
fast.
I don’t want to die.
Thirty of us in a closet,
Paper plates for fans.
This is not supposed to happen here.
The police came.
If you had a
bag, you had to drop it in a pile.
Then, three
questions—
Are
you hurt?
Do
know anything about the gunman?
After that they
let us leave.
The guns have changed,
Our laws have not.
Your rights to own a gun—
All I hear is mine, mine, mine.
You can buy as many guns as you want at one time.
A kid in a candy store of AK-15 blood.
I refuse to be the kid you read about in
textbooks,
The statistic.
We don’t want your thoughts and prayers—
We want policy and change.
You, President,
I dare you.
Tell me to my face—
It was a terrible
tragedy,
It should never
have happened.
How much money did you get from the
National Rifle Association?
You want to know something?
It doesn't matter, because I
already know.
Thirty million dollars.
Divided by the number of gunshot
victims in the United States
In the one and one-half months in
2018 alone,
That’s $5,800.
Is that how much we are worth?
Shame on you.
There is no hashtag for our grief.
Click here for information on her recent collection, Peggy Sue Messed Up. Susan’s latest work can be found at www.musepalace.wordpress.com.

John’s own wont for relaxed, irreverent observations on random topics finds
expression in poetry and rhyme in the collection Pooplets Of Truth (Stanton Lonestar Books, 2014) which, he assures, is “never
vulgar or laced with
subliminal messages from another dimension.” His 2010 performance of “3rd
Grade” at the Southern Playhouse, Minneapolis brings to mind both Jean
Shepard and Lenny Bruce:
His fiction manuscripts have made the quarter finals of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Of the Year and the semifinals in the Clive Cussler Society Adventure Writer Contest (named after the acclaimed author of Raise the Titanic!, Cyclops and many other titles featuring marine engineer/adventurer Dirk Pitt).


Learn more about all of John’s projects, including the forthcoming, Imagine Somewhere Else (not to
mention what is his favorite book, preferred liquor and most memorable shark
encounter) at www.johnstantonbooks.com.