Susana W. Dawn

Writer.

Some writing asks to be signed loudly.

Some writing asks to be listened to.

Susana W. Dawn writes in the second way.

This is a quiet space for poetry and prose —
shaped slowly, offered with care.

Love was not made by poets.
Not by me,
not by you.

It does not arrive when called—
it comes when it pleases,
it undoes the voice, the body, the will.

You try to speak,
but the words dissolve.
You reach to touch,
but the gesture falls away.
You mean to stay—
but even closeness forgets how to remain.

Oh poets,
you who carry the ache in every line—
you may write of love,
but cannot make it.

Love was not made by poets.
Not by me,
not by you.

A book is currently being prepared for publication.

It was written with the same care and attention
that shapes the work found here.

When it is ready,
it will appear quietly on this page.

“Let me love you the way wildflowers love the mountain…”

She writes what is already there,
and tends to it, gently.

The work is quiet,
but it comes from a life that has not always been.

It is left open,
so it can meet you where you are.

Nothing here is rushed.
Everything here is real.

You’re welcome to leave a message here.

It will be received with care,
and answered when the moment feels right.