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Monthly Archives: April 2012
Sleepless
Night moves over me (weightI do not want),presses itself against my lipsin a cold kiss, mouth sharpas a knife blade. Leaves move against the window,so many hands sliding open-palmed across glass.Hands made to hold precisely nothing,like my hands,hands that move … Continue reading
wichien-maat
He balances, an unlikely longlegged parakeet on my shoulder rasping threats to his blueeyed reflection; perhaps she is mine or stay on your side of the glass thin question mark tail straightens to snake around my throat for balance (or … Continue reading
life begins at menstruation
in some states the bloody slough of cells exiting unneeded from the chalice of this body 14 days before half of the equation adding up to life breaks free & looks for strong-swimming sperm is now the moment life begins legally. … Continue reading
my mother’s baptism
this was no Pentecost tongues of fire wrapping the faithful; simply a baptismal service where she waited in line with the 12-year-olds, but she waited 42 years to step into water chest high her hand gripping the baptistery ledge as if that could … Continue reading
Daniel in Bluejeans
Stained sneakers scuffing sidewalk, hands stuffed in the pocket of a torn pea-coat Daniel in bluejeans screams sermons into frozen air. Red-bearded, handknit cap hiding long curls, he’s a latter-day prophet promising damnation. Across the street Neojesus preaches free love, … Continue reading
before the season
I am impatient in love just like that first yellow crocus knows it is foolish to open early but still pushes through the thin crust of snow expanding eagerly inside March air clean & treacherous as ice
China patterns
I collect old loves the way my grandmother collected china patterns I know, intimately, the colors and textures, the graceful turns of gilt edgings I want to create/with you some live thing memories are for old women to display carefully … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 