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Susan Creamer Joy

Susan Creamer Joy
Location
Paris, Iowa,
Birthday
September 30
Title
Retired Domestic Space Cadet/Current Arbiter Of Midlife Dysfunction
Company
Not often
Bio
Artist, Poet, Writer, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Lover, Seeker, Follower, Listener, Communicator, Found, Forgotten, Sainted, Sinner, Struggling, Sentient, Surviving...So far, so-so....... Unless otherwise noted, all of the artwork accompanying these posts was created by and is the property of the artist.

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MAY 25, 2014 11:52AM

Write Something

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“Write something.” He says. “I so wish you’d write again like you used to when I first met you. I really believe it will do you good.”

 

“He” is The Scholarly Renegade, a fellow writer/dreamer, on whose farm I have sought solace and healinRead full post »

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MAY 27, 2011 9:14AM

MISSING PERSONS


On the morning of February 14th I went missing.  My first thought was that this would be a temporary disappearance; the kind of sensorial vanishing that often accompanies the fallout from a striking epiphany or a grave shock.  So I continued in my daily routines with

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MARCH 10, 2011 7:53AM

POINTE of DEPARTURE

 

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My younger sister always ran in first, her delicate fingers tightly scrolled around the flimsy handle of the patent leather case that held her change of clothes:  A flounce of pink tulle, black leotard, tights and the soft, leather sippers that made no sound againstRead full post »

MARCH 4, 2011 9:51AM

Little Lori Blue - Unresolved

 

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Little Lori Blue

Never felt at home

Thought she had to roam

Make her dreams come true 

It would be well over a year before we learned anything at all about what happened to her; before forensics and coincidence joined forces toRead full post »

FEBRUARY 28, 2011 8:54AM

Happy Birthday, Cranky!

 

 

 

There once was an ogre named Cranky

A master of word-hanky panky

Whatever he wrote

was tough to connote

though he meant every word of it, frankly.

 

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Happy Birthday, Cranky!
 ~You are a joy to us all~  Read full post »
FEBRUARY 21, 2011 9:10AM

A Matter Of Love And Death

By the time they reached my bedroom door, I was already sitting up - my stomach ratcheted by the tense grip of an unnamed anxiety; my pillow, unburdened of my drowsy head.

 

To this day I cannot explain how I heard them coming up those stairs in their bareRead full post »

FEBRUARY 14, 2011 9:32AM

TO: You FROM: Me

 

~ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY~

 

To all the Open Hearts on Open Salon

Thank you for reading

For sharing

For writing

And for caring.

 

I love you.

 

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FEBRUARY 10, 2011 9:32AM

What I Hid For Love

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JANUARY 27, 2011 8:11AM

Uploading My Offline Self - The Hard Truth

In a few days I hope to receive the first of the journals that my son is writing while incarcerated.  We have conceived of and taken on a project that we hope will reach and benefit a much larger audience than just the two of us as we each writeRead full post »

Annie, are you sure this information will not be held against us in the future?  How about now?

 

My stomach is beginning to tighten.

 

Where to begin?

 

1.  I am chronically late.  It is now 9 p.m..  You put out the Open Call plea over twelve hours ago/Read full post »

JANUARY 11, 2011 8:43AM

It is Not "THEM." It is "US."

It begins here:

"You get your temper from your father's side of the family, not mine."

"Whatever problems you have, you can blame them on your mother."

 

It progresses:

"If your generation were not so irresponsible and selfish, there would be stability in our future."

 

We… Read full post »

DECEMBER 30, 2010 10:24AM

NEW YEAR'S EVESDROPPING

 

Of course, you don't think it will happen to you.  No one ever does.

 

But then you hear it.  Just when you think that you've dodged the fixed gaze of last year's insouciance and have thoroughly scanned the horizon for easier vows, you overhear that niggling interna… Read full post »

DECEMBER 24, 2010 12:44PM

JOY TO OPEN SALON!

 

Open Salon is a rare place.  It blooms

even in winter.

 

Thank you, everyone, for bringing so much

joy into my life.

 

Bless you all, and have a lovely Christmas

and a remarkable New Year full of

 PEACE.

 

 

And LAUGHTER.......

Lots and lots of… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 17, 2010 10:02AM

PLEASE STOP! A Declamation Against Christmas Card Abuse

 

I promised myself I would not let this happen.  I told myself last year that when the 2010 Christmas cards came filtering in that I would NOT be negatively overcome by the seemingly mandatory inclusion of the increasingly popular MASS HOLIDAY LETTER.

 

But after rec… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 13, 2010 8:57AM

Until It Is Christmas, Again

 

And so it is Christmas, again.  

 

Depending upon where you live the winds may have grown decidedly colder with front porches and backyard patios forced to shed their hospitable design. 

 

From the facing window at my drawing table, I look out and see the wrought ir… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 19, 2010 8:54AM

CHANNELING HELEN

 

 

There is a small, half-moon scar on the underside of my chin.  It came from my mistaken belief at nine years old that whatever object was hung on the handlebars of my bicycle would remain separate and apart from the spokes of the front wheel.

 

In this… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 17, 2010 4:09PM

I AM A WRITER. RIGHT?

 

I was born to be a writer.  I've known it since the seventh grade when Mrs. Spangler, my bespectacled English teacher announced to my parents that I had a "gift with language" and was writing well-above grade level.  She predicted I would go on to do "great things" in… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 15, 2010 2:46PM

DINING WITH THE DEVIL

 

For the past couple of weeks I have been quietly ingesting a nightmare.  But because it is not one conjured from the depths of my own subconscious, it has taken me longer to reckon let alone attempt to reconcile; and because it will not go away, I continue to… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 9, 2010 9:37AM

REINCARNATION - COME AGAIN?

Until I was ten years old, I believed a simple truth:  We only live once.

 

It was a reasonable assumption that perfectly supported and promoted the idea that living a good and honorable life was the only worthy goal. This was accomplished by placing the prize in the everlasting… Read full post »

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OCTOBER 27, 2010 8:45AM

I Hear You Knocking, But You Can't Come In! A True Tale


 

The Christian Church Hospital 1921

 

 

 

It was a dark and stormy night.

 

Alright.  It was dark. 

 

The humidity was at 45% with a dew point of 56.8 F; barometric pressure at 30.9 and falling with variable wind speeds gusting up to 20

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OCTOBER 26, 2010 12:21AM

CELEBRATING THE BIRTHDAY OF OUR JOAN H.!


 

 

For every sigh she makes a mark

And captures light to let it lie

Her pen will rake her thoughts apart

The words her eyes could never cry

 

She bids the secrets in her heart

to speak in honest, gracious tones

and writes from where

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OCTOBER 22, 2010 9:21AM

PSYCHIC PERSUASION


 

I come from a long line of psychics.   Most hail from my mother's side of the gene pool whose clairvoyant waters run to depths of inky blackness. Yet there also exists a significantly greater volume of normal, shallow ancestral tributaries; thus ruling out the possibility of

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OCTOBER 20, 2010 9:07AM

REBEL WITHOUT A STAR


 

On the day I was born every teenager in America, if not the world, was in profound mourning.   While my young parents celebrated my arrival and the sweet procession of life cocooned within the sterile walls of a New York hospital; on the opposite coast, time

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OCTOBER 13, 2010 8:41AM

LOST AND SOUND


 

 

I have a tendency to get lost.  Alongside my earliest memory of motion is the corresponding memory of finding myself at a destination well outside my original game plan.  

 

The first time this happened I was three years old and in a large field

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OCTOBER 7, 2010 9:09AM

UNRAVELING IN REAL TIME - What Will The Neighbors Think?


 

They came again this morning.  It was early; just after eight a.m..  

 

But I did not hear the metallic creak of the wrought iron gate that tops the steps outside our front door; that rusted yawn that signals to me the presence of friend

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