Daily Archives: September 15, 2012

I feel your words

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I feel your words shaking as the world did when it was made shaping mountains and valleys oceans cooling to a simmer with then the unexpected gentleness of rain

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mist fills the shadow of the earth

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this deep shading heavy with singing crickets and scents of summer drying coriander crushed under feet though they walk gently and I whisper sing of simple things the ordinary stretched across the longing universe resonating and echoing it and somehow … Continue reading →

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dying men can’t swallow speeches

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

dying men can’t swallow speeches or drink hope and your words will not bandage their bleeding– they need something real

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September heights–grass

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

my braided grass hair will dry and snap to its roots– no warmth under snow

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there are leopards in our bones

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

what is human builds. there are leopards in our bones, hyenas in our throats, growling & now laughing tornado spirits spin small midnight circles in ripening cow corn behind my house. i want to choose symbols for us past 30-minute television channel … Continue reading →

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Posted on September 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on eulonia country:
i run to make the fire sign to be chased by a hundred years of dissolving bone beads in a government glass case on display somewhere in Alabama. i go to find the First-Coyote-Made-From-Water inside…

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