Suze Bienaimee Nominated for a Pushcart Prize!

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Loves Executive Order features a new poem each week  about the Trump presidency as protest, commentary and rumination on this part of the American story.
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poet Matthew Lippman 
Please enjoy:
The Equation: Moments Stolen = A Lifetime?
by Suze Bienaimee

From Barrow Street Journal: Congratulations to our Pushcart Prize nominees Edward Mayes, Stuart Greenhouse, Lance Larsen, Bernadette Geyer, Suze Bienaimee, and Fred Marchant.

There are 6 more poems below:

Poem: The Art Shows by Suze Bienaimee, Barrow Street Journal, Winter 2016/2017
The Art, The Love Tell All. Secrets.
He in 1993 Caw Caw Caw
TV Game Show Ideal Cities


THE ART, THE LOVE  by Suze Bienaimee

Look. Don’t tell.
Uncluttered. Everyday
simplicity to reach
the heart
like a stack of rocks
balancing in my hand.
A room
of sunlight-smooth-glow-gold —
breathing in
and breathing out.
Raise the brush.
Tell all.
Solitude’s gift.
Now, grasp the pen.
Every miracle in the day: breath, song, breeze.
Every miracle
in the dark. Run.
to me.
Run to me

by Suze Bienaimee


TELL ALL. SECRETS.  by Suze Bienaimee

I’ve been waiting to tell
you, but I don’t have
the guts. So sitting in a grove

wearing a cabbage leaf
dress, my hair wild corn and multi-
colored kernels red, blue, brown,

golden. I think I have a headache
until just now, shucked. A bird
lands on my head. No song.

It flies away. Back now. It sings.
Tells all. Secrets. I’m an old man
sitting in a grove, cane

in hand. Days long gone from
the war running faster than wind,
rifle at hand, dodging shots,

dressed in warrior garb, weapons, armor,
my hair pumiced. Bald now. No peace.
I kiss the wind and wish.

by Suze Bienaimee


He in 1993  by Suze Bienaimee

He cast a long shadow
in the doorway as the sun
slipped on to the west

and warmed his face eighty-eight
years in the making glowing
gold in the fading sun and his memories.

He wasn’t out of the woods.
Well he wasn’t literally in them.
But just for a moment, let’s say

that it was woods. Dark, deep,
lost in the woods and berries.
He lived on berries, nuts, bark, grasses.

And he was Black, an African-
American preacher left on the land, stayed on
the land, cleared, for crops a hundred years

before. He choose the land even after
his congregation was gone. Mostly.
Services now every fourth Sunday; a handful

came from miles and miles to the one room country
clap-board church because he was that good. Be
good. He would preach like it was 1940 standing atop

his eight foot step-worn-grooved handmade cypress wood
ladder calling out: “Hallelujah” and “Resist Temptation”,
with hundreds there, seeming to float to the sky,

the overflow outside, singing high, low, clapping. A hush.
Now most moved to Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, Cleveland
and couldn’t get to the South on Sundays. Flat. Mississippi

Delta flat. Lost in the Delta. It really doesn’t matter. Does.
Love. His perspective preserved him. He stood in the long
sun. He and his long shadow and the sun.

by Suze Bienaimee


CAW CAW CAW  by Suze Bienaimee

That crow is calling me. Come,
come. Bring your body, your eyes,

I’ll give you wings and we will fly
far into the night tonight,

to hear the orchestra of stars
and never mind I’m feathered

and you are human and never
mind. You

there in the bus with that hat knit
over your ears. Eyes. It’s springtime.

It’s summertime. It’s eighty degrees.
You stepped on my foot when

you passed calling, calling, calling
Never mind, mind. Mind.

by Suze Bienaimee


TV GAME SHOW  by Suze Bienaimee

There are few rules in Fast-talkers
Smart-talkers, but the point
seems to be to talk, win prizes,
guffaw, jump, even spin like a dervish

or vomit a little or not and to jump the host
like he’s a tree with a wild boar after
you. Anyway, I still don’t really under-
stand the talking part of this or any of it really,

but I went on it with a friend even though I’d never
seen it on TV. I didn’t jump
or hump the host or anyone else either. And the flashing.
It’s lights. Lights. Spinning. It was the strobe lights.

Maybe it was the questions: vapid,
spinning, flashing. The Fast-talkers seemed to be
winning. They said more words in a minute
than my team’s Smart-talkers. I said

nothing. And the room continued to spin
with words speeding past like vicissitudes and
numinous like I was reading from a circus motorcycle
in a cage and the whir was deafening. The speed,

the swirl, in a hurricane of words,
sounds impossible to hear, see, say. The spin
of the words. Spiraling. Swish. All those words.
So I shrieked: “STOP” and the Smart-talkers won.

by Suze Bienaimee


IDEAL CITIES  by Suze Bienaimee

The path enters
the park in ideal
cities and carries

chatter clang
to hum and silence
as my mind flies

free and back out
again to horns,
steel drums, small

truck jangle and long
eighteen-wheelers screech
contort, wrestle the curb

captured —
wildebeest from the
prairie fast lane.

And some only heard once
jazz jam of traffic horns, lights

synapse in my brain
from my Carnegie Hall quality
front row stoop steps.

And in ideal
cities minds
are fresh, organic,

poison free.
And hearts? I keep
mine in a glass-


by Suze Bienaimee


Suze Bienaimee, Poet. Pushcart Prize Nominee. Also featured Artist on ArtNow.org and Creative Founder of StudioSeeds.com, @StudioSeeds on Twitter and @StudioSeeds_Inspire on Instagram

MORE POEMS COMING IN 2018:  Artist Book/Chapbook Poems and Paintings, by Suze Bienaimee. Spectrum Contemporary, Publisher

ART BY SUZE BIENAIMEE is in public and private collections in New York City, across the United States and abroad. Suze Bienaimee is currently the featured artist on ArtNow.org — a website with the purpose of presenting artists’ work free from the chaos and clutter of the internet — fine art for inspiration, questioning, wonder…

FOR INSPIRATION: StudioSeeds.com Conversation for inspiration — the seeds of creativity. What inspires artists, poets, environmentalists, scientists, doctors, historians, collectors — people?

TWEETS: Suze Bienaimee @StudioSeeds

INSTAGRAM: Suze Bienaimee @StudioSeeds_Inspire

TRIBUTE POEM: JabberSping.com Suze Bienaimee is the guest blogger in a tribute in honor and in memory of James Lee Byars, Artist

Suze Bienaimee is pronounced: Suzi Be-in-AH-may