Monthly Archives: August 2012

Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on AshiAkira's Blog:
Small dandelions Growing out of tight stone cracks As bright as big ones

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best supporting actress

Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

listening to your monologue about me as I apply to you, your definition of our relationship floods me with adrenalin, not love fingers folding to fists at my side, as I learn my motivation is really about you how I try to make … Continue reading →

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morning in the garden

Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

trimming basil I hum Vivaldi oboe concerto in C unimportant which one except it is fluttering joy out the window and now I need to know exactly which of his minuets circles and rests lightly like that butterfly, there tasting … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

breath gasps through throats vibrating prayer before logic reminds us we no longer worship sky still, sometimes we mistake clouds for angels    

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is this the Olympics or miss USA?

Posted on August 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sorry about the hair women girls, I was busy shaping this  body these muscles that strength tight and precise as a strung bow to send flesh like the toned arrow it is into that shiny gold target too busy to notice the … Continue reading →

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husks (the dream doll)

Posted on August 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if what wakes you from dreaming is hungry my grandmother would say to make a husk doll from leaves holding close to dry cobs of braided colored corn soak them to softness and braid cornsilk hair darkened yellow to brown keep … Continue reading →

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why I don’t barter

Posted on August 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

my fathers traded kindness for want fur for mirrors land for beads meat for smallpox folded in blankets what is left for me to trade or gamble but spirit the one thing I own that is neither worn nor broken … Continue reading →

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