Monthly Archives: July 2012

let it guide you

Posted on July 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this beacon light of me flickering if your eyes read this ciphered flash & know my patterns let it bring you past everything here

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what was never said (for RND)

Posted on July 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the closest we came to saying anything was the day I shopped on the street for necklaces you saw me & pulled over to ask if I wanted coffee all you wanted was water because you never drank anything hot, just … Continue reading →

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rooms

Posted on July 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

so much we don’t know squared inside rooms we almost live in bland walls comforting with sameness the eye has memorized only daylight changes shifts to fluorescent bulbs driving shadows to corners where they hide like dust swept into cracks ghosts waiting … Continue reading →

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thirst

Posted on July 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

circled by night breezes stirring thick heated chants of katydids and crickets telling and retelling cycles in grasshopper rasps of summer already shortening but my skin does not believe in winter yet when heat lightning is a tease that does not … Continue reading →

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for your ears

Posted on July 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I will whisper-sing rest like rain silvering leaves love we dream awake

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Lackawanna, 2012. The brown fields.

Posted on July 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

no gentrification here between the steel whale falls of factories that no longer blow stink into sky their carcasses pierced through by new trees threaded through tracks like rib bones the wind turbines pinwheel in sync spinning power from lake wind … Continue reading →

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uncategorized

Posted on July 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

with what designs will you mark me like mehndi on my palms but not sun or stars henna-painted there although I am some of these instead a question mark a permanent one because I am what I was made to … Continue reading →

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