Monthly Archives: August 2012

butterflies

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

They fly always in twos white butterflies in spiral flutters around each other and sometimes tracing together figures of eight or is it infinity they wing always looping their together slowly never touching

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the bank

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is how a soul feeds puts down roots grows something like a tree matter & stretching not taller just up because that is what trees know (at least in this poem where I put words to their mouthlessness) leaning … Continue reading →

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all one thing

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we are busy just holding atoms together the stones intent on being stones my body maintaining itself while water gently, slowly makes stone less stone & me less I in currents stroking loss of a little bit of self I … Continue reading →

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flea market

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

old glass fractures light to rainbow splinters hot enough to scorch wood mechanical birds pipe their song back and forth wound hot enough to scorch wood neon parrots, scarlet macaws, ultramarine parakeets back and forth wound chained to the same notes over and over, neon … Continue reading →

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the problem with tarot

Posted on August 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the problem with tarot & other divination is simply this– why shuffle a deck of cards to get an obscure answer to the wrong question when you can simply frame your lover’s face in your palms tilt his chin up … Continue reading →

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finding that space

Posted on August 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

when poetry shouts & drips from fingertips when images push into position frantically that room of one’s own becomes any space with paper & ink or keyboard & screen voice flowing from brain to page faster than bleeding written standing up … Continue reading →

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perseids

Posted on August 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

clouds swaddle the sky and hide that streaking this mind knows to be mundane comet dust while the soul yearns for magic, past logic to net & jar celestial fireflies for a moment flashing codes for wishes woven between stars … Continue reading →

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