fiction, poetry & more

Honorable Mention
$25 Award


by Suzanne Chick

God help me

That man’s mouth and his

Soft kisses

Derail me

Make me weak

Make dead ends appear as open roads

Deceit’s sharp edges smooth into a gentle truth

Misdeeds turn to reparations

Stolen things into philanthropy

Is there even such a thing as sin

When it comes to him?


Suzanne Chick was born and raised in central New York. She grew up in a large family of daydreamers, artists, and musicians. She works as a nurse but prefers to write, and does so whenever it strikes her. She loves discovering a new poem on paper or finding one within herself that needs to come out.

August 2021