Monthly Archives: July 2012

love it

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

joy bubbles up as it does when we touch even briefly yes, no word for it but joy, large and breaking with satisfied pops spattering condensing and preserving sweetness like boiling fruit and sugar for jam because you bring me bouquets of happy … Continue reading →

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Haiku Heights Prompt: Vital

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

necessary joy I thirst for you like water and breathe you, my air  

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Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on eulonia country:
the storms beat down the sunflowers like the year they bent the corn into cursive, curves and coils around the barn and house we forgot it was a death-bringing so aroused were we by this…

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shuttles

Posted on July 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we loop from present to past in the measured rainbow filaments memory spins; intricate and exquisite patterns unnoticed when first laid down, lost as they are in the immediate work of shuttle, tread, and weave into fabric even flawed, the beauty is in the looking … Continue reading →

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joy

Posted on July 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

a created thing birthed from a stone mother I can only shape what is seen and sing it not into being, just of it I am/we are the flaw in the symmetry of the universe the exception at the core … Continue reading →

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Safedates part 5–FINALLY!

Posted on July 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Instead of going to work the next day, Ariadne visits Dr. Janison’s cubicle. She’s dressed conservatively for this meeting, appropriate for a woman in quarantine. Only a trace of gold shimmers in her hair. An opaque stocking clings to her body underneath an oversize … Continue reading →

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Safedates part 4

Posted on July 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Ariadne can’t go on much longer. Robert pursues her inquisitively. “Shall I draw you a bath? No? Then shall I make you breakfast?” Two months of this solicitude is driving her insane. Ariadne can’t wait to get to work, immerse herself in the … Continue reading →

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