Bruised Fruit

In Bruised Fruit pride hangs from a tree like a plum is plucked and left to rot on the ground. A cow jumps over the moon and lands on the highway. A heart is made of glass. Blushing is a wound / in my cheek. A breath is an ocean wave. <br /><br />Love is turned and turned like a prism as the poet peers into romantic love family love betrayal friendship loss grief ecstasy. The tone is sometimes rageful sometimes tender-My love for you is / pollen in the sunlight: / soft and bright-and sometimes ironic-The time has come / for me to say / I never cared much / for him anyway. <br /><br />Written over the course of half a year Bruised Fruit tracks the mind as it wanders through university classes pondering the past ruminating on the present curious about the future. Eloquent line drawings throughout either directly reflect the poem or diverge from it ushering in new and unexpected meanings. Brie Susanne's poems range over her personal landscape exploring every nook and cranny finding ultimately redemption. This young author's piercing gaze reveals a world both entirely personal and universal: <br /><br />Oh miss Maya <br /><br />you have stolen so many<br />hours but wasted<br />none of my time. <br /><br />With you I find <br />shiny dimes<br />scattered everywhere-<br /><br />all of them<br />wear different faces<br />and have been to places<br />I will never know.<br /><br />Never go.<br /><br />The room is dark <br />and I park<br />myself on the sofa <br />from which I will not<br />move.<br /><br />I feel the grooves <br />of continuity-<br /><br />there is no play <br />if I choose to stay. <br /><br />Bruised Fruit will appeal to an adult audience.