Daily Archives: August 16, 2012

how 12-year-olds flirt

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

how do you like them apples she asks bellyflopping cannonballing moving as much water as 99 pounds can splash into his face he likes them, I can tell as he shakes pond water from his eyes splashing back but those … Continue reading →

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my eyes hold the colors

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

my eyes hold the colors of this water stirred up we swim in their reflection

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when to listen

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

when I speak smoothly and bring you armfuls of smiling word bouquets what I say is not as important as what the spaces between words tell you when I stammer

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a marriage and a mistress (of sorts)

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I meant to write that great american novel once so married to the idea i wanted to keep poetry comfortably on the side, straying only once or twice a week i never intended him to move in and take over all … Continue reading →

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the gift: a huitain

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

The mailbox teased, withholding for nine days this gift of images; a world, a mind, a map to your soul, in a written maze I follow until dizzy in it.  I sift through the silt of your words, and I mine … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I hear summer chime inside cricket songs, but still September scents air unripe, crisp, stony I taste chardonnay with each drawn green apple breath

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