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Monthly Archives: July 2012
heaven/unchaining substance
breaking down the earth holds bones jealously and hard this, our stone mother who curves indifferently beneath our feet so subtly we do not note the spin reeling with and unconscious of it until we are hers again the return to … Continue reading
a memory
that boy, who should stay 17 the one I never dated but first learned to slow-dance with at a Christmas party to a song I have forgotten, but still remember how, even in height with my shoes kicked off his … Continue reading
I said I was not accepting awards any more, but…
How do you tell Rhonda, after she has reduced you to a pile of blushes, no? You don’t…Thanks, Rhonda, for your wonderful comments, your friendship, and for just being you! I know I can’t toss this award back at you … Continue reading
Link to AshiAkira’s story poem
Link to AshiAkira’s story poem
This is so beautiful! Thank you so much, my friend.
While you are there guys, check out more of his beautiful poetry–this man is wonderful!
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volleys
sitting on the edge of the green that feels more like carpet than something live; grass tweezed and groomed into carpeted submission we wait for lit hissed trails into new nightfall to bloom into confetti and smoke scarlet and silver … Continue reading
Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:
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…
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4th
In honor of the day we thumbed our noses at the known and stepped off into independence, I give you….Woodie Guthrie
Susan Daniels Poetry 