Susie Timmons lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her most recent collection of poems, The New Old Paint was published in spring, 2010, by Faux/Other. Other books include Locked from the Outside (Yellow Press), and a mimeo chapbook, Hog Wild (Frontward).
In her introduction to Susie Timmons's first collection of poems, Alice Notley noted Timmons's "naked" train of thought and, above all, her wit. "I just want to know what she's going to say next... Witty doesn't just mean funny: it means things like fast, brainy, unexpected, resourceful, endowed with genius."
Song from the Esperanto
A hundred bright eyes up in a cypress tree
You are drawing nigh and nigher
Uh Oh my wings are on fire
But just the tips though.
Big angels darken my door
And drop large orbs of music and song
They darken my threshold
And stroke my hands with their antique tongues
They pull my hair
And get my tears to do things.
The silver phone rings. I will answer. Thank you! A gift.
The mystic shape of an antique tongue
Beats my eyes with the grapes of doom.