Susan Joyner-Stumpf Welcomes You!

When first shown the darkness,
I realized then I had known it forever.
For its chord vibrated within me
like the strings of a violin,
and I wept with it.  In its all-wavering
vast devour of my fragile brilliance,
 so I found myself for always a beacon
of Tortured Light.

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My second book, "Tortured Light" available here:

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by Susan Joyner-Stumpf

 Like a Ragdoll
mortally dismembered
love's embrace encumbered
sorrow remembered
crippled spirit hindered
yet finding prosthetics
in the abstract, absurd
I rise to walk upright again
passion flows from rags
to riches ~ 
because of the gift of words.

My fourth book below, "The Ragdoll Chronicles" entails not only Poetry, but Short Stories, both fiction and non-fiction, and a few lyrics. "The Ragdoll Chronicles" is back with PublishAmerica as we speak and is the first time I've ever worked on two books back to back. It is available now on Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble and Borders, as with the others. Just google The Ragdoll Chronicles or the Author, me, Susan Joyner Stumpf, or Susan Stumpf. I have enough written material for about seven more books, to be quite honest. I've been busy, creatively speaking, to say the least.

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My Soul

beats in unison~

to tortured skies,

and to fatal drums ...

Above is the cover for my Fifth Book, "Fatal Drums," which is still in draft stages and I will let everyone know when that is ready for release.

. . .my lips acknowledge 
a measure of unspeakable hunger,
the first light rays
of unintended emptiness. 

There exist pieces of
remnant, lost twilight
forgettable echelons
of ancient stars . . .