Susie Clevenger Author

New Release

I'm exited to announce my latest poetry collaboration with authors Ben Ditmars and Sreya Bremtin

Night is a realm all its own. When the mind should be quiet and at rest, for some it is the time of most acute introspection. Whether it is the creative spirit that moves them or thoughts that simply refuse to be ignored, Moments at Midnight takes you on a journey of provoking verse through the inner soul of three poets from the South and Midwest. Experience solitude, longing, and love as expressed through the pens of Susie Clevenger, Ben Ditmars, and Sreya Bremtin.Night will never be the same again.

Susie Clevenger is an author, poet, and amateur photographer. She was first published at the age of fifteen in Missouri Youth Write. She is author of the poetry collections, Dirt Road Dreams, Insomnia’s Ink, and, Where Butterflies Pray. Her work has been featured in, The Creative Nexus, Poetry & Prose Magazine, The Brinks Gallery, The Global Twitter Community Poetry Project, Journey of the Heart, and Poetry As A Spiritual Practice. She is a member of the Academy of American Poets and The Poetry Society of Texas. Susie resides in Houston, Texas with her husband, Charlie.

I'm honored to have my poem, The Wink of His Words, in Visual Verse's June 2019 Anthology.

Visual Verse: Anthology of Art and Words
The universe started again with a different god and, this time, I wasn't so lucky. First time around, the woman was poorly prepped. "Don't touch the tree because you'll die," means nothing to a fizzy new being with no concept of death. She was still surging with the energy of creation.

I'm honored to have my poem, Hell Prefers Unaware, in the 06/15/18 edition of The BeZine

The BeZine, June 2018, Vol. 5, Issue 2, Theme: Sustainability / Subtheme: Readers and Writers Speak Out on Abuse
I store sorrow seeds and bitter roots in gold jars where memory breaks their pain into parables I've risen from. Hell prefers the unaware, the wound and not the scar, but the candle of my spirit has been formed from match strikes at midnight. My childhood stolen by hands of harm caused me to swim...