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Hecate's Spiral, by Suzanne Richardson

Hecate’s Spiral We don’t feel comforted by the witch in our the path. Her arms Criss-crossed her hunch a judgement. Her multiplicity A signal of deception. False face. But We always...

New work up at Ekphrastic Review. Inspired by the artwork of Vedder. Honoring my Munson-Williams Proctor Institute collaboration. 

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In art school, I met harsh critiques. My work was girlish in idea and form. It dripped with a dopey innocence. The hokey landscapes that had won blue ribbons at home were scoffed out of the studio by fetish-choker-chain-wearing city kids. My bucolic sensibilities, suddenly “hotel art.” Many nights, I…

Thrilled to have this creepy flash fiction up today at Free Flash Fiction Magazine. 

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Dreams + Ichabod Crane + Candlesticks by Suzanne Richardson — NO CONTACT

I spent 119 days alone this spring without touching another person. In deep isolation I felt things. Fear and paranoia braided my hair. Despair in many shapes interlocking and shifting. What really makes life worth living? If I can’t be with people, how do I know who I am? I looked forward to dreami

My first installment of Three Things is up at No Contact. Please enjoy!

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Micro Prose: Dollar Store, Yes by Suzanne Richardson

Dollar Store, Yes The checkout girl is fecund with child, and her neck is so finely dappled with the unmistakable constellations of hickies that when she asks you if you want more (more chips becau…