Monthly Archives: April 2012

April

Posted on April 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I usually lack the discipline to write true haiku, preferring bare-bones free verse I fondly call bastardized haiku, but when I had a 5-syllable image in my mind this morning, I decided to go with it.  Happy spring, all! outside … Continue reading →

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Easter

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Last year I spent this time holding the thin hands of a dying woman.  I brought flowers from mother’s garden:  hyacinth, daffodils, forsythia.  It rained, as it rains today; water presses my hair flat and I walk, remembering. I could … Continue reading →

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Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

ice embraces azalea branches velvet buds held unmoving (insects in amber)

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Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I could tell you of times poems split my skull the moment of conception or the hours I pace before real pain begins pushed from inside myself words come screaming in rivers of blood. My head hurts. You read my … Continue reading →

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Language of Silence

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Like images clouds suggest, shadows on the wall form words I know but have forgotten. All day I trace strange calligraphy, lips taste impossible vowels, fingertips learn only smoothness of wood, the testure of plaster tough as a cat’s tongue.

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Two nice girls (for Cynthia Ball-Williams)

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

He calls us lady-poets but our words are not pretty.  Our voices are not pink sighs to fold neatly and stack in dresser drawers. Woman poetry screams, bites, fucks until dawn, does not know shame. Like jungle cats they stalk, … Continue reading →

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Currents

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

You enter my mind, insistent as high tide claiming sand and broken shells.  I came to the cape running from you, from dreams heavy with salt and impossibility stinging my eyes. Here your absence shouts in wind that shakes windows, … Continue reading →

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