Homecomings and Goings ©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson Come home to me, my child; come home. Dance on the words of a mother's poem...

from the heart (for ryan) ©2018 susan noyes anderson city beat city heat miles of pavement pulsing feet dirty asphalt...

Still Waters ©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson  O be not lulled by placid sea nor lapping waves of harmony stand warily beneath a...

Soul Substance ©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson The spirit finds home inside warm flesh and bone, taking ownership, giving direct...

Image by Anita Schiller Terry ©2016 Christmas Joys ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson At Christmas, simple things are best: A f...

The prompt was to write a poem inspired by the following image: The Lift ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson His spirit crawls a lowly...

Hold Fast to Hope and Fireflies ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson I used to have a firefly inside me, a certain spark against the dark...

The Uncool Kitchen ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson My kitchen is a clone of me, and at its very heart hums one cold, stainless gia...

Secrets of the Sea ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson When my own tides are at low ebb, I stand beside the sea. Bright waves of truth...

Depression: Cornering the [Black] Market ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson You don't understand me, he said. No one knows of t...

Taking Back the Knack ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson I think I may have lost the knack that surely was my stock in trade in days ...

A Postcard Wave from Sue to Dave ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson Just jotting down a word or two to let you know that I love you ...

The Path of Peace ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson I love those peaceful moments of the heart when mind and spirit finally run free, ...

We had a beautiful Christmas service last Sunday, one that left me filled with the spirit of Christ's birth. I was grateful when the po...