Daily Archives: January 3, 2013

phoenix

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Thanks, Mike I want to sing in flights of us– not from this tuneless sob you call instrument and I call broken flute; not from this stave that stalls, half-crafted you call talent and I call wasted; I want to … Continue reading →

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windows

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I’m no window but I do allow light to pass through this glassed body a shining target for stones to ping spiderwebs splintering the surface but only to almost broken clinging to whole letting cold in where the heart pulses … Continue reading →

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the antonym of corn

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Corn bread’s in the oven and yes I ground the seed myself, absent of nuance because what’s mundane feeds and if this is my mask, it was not made but found; ring-bound features freed by flint, the way my kin … Continue reading →

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2:30 a.m. small stone

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some early mornings hit deep in the plexus.  I’d say solar plexus, but I am moonblind.

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