Monthly Archives: August 2012

the day moon

Posted on August 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

today we watched a crescent moon navigate sky in afternoon blueness my son pointed & said he saw a man falling from the moon & wanted to know if I saw him too ***tell me this boy is not a … Continue reading →

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dualities

Posted on August 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sometimes life gives us things backwards, like loving the right man wrongly, which is more sin than laughing loud & running on sunday, but less than murder.  still when things are given unexpectedly & perhaps secretly, they should be held … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:
the elephant in the room none of us want to talk about is trumpeting morals like he invented them he is for saving the unborn & eager to kill them when they grow up–…

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more god hunting

Posted on August 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if I follow these tracks, not into thickets, but past roots falling like long hair down the banks, I will find them. I hunt without arrows or guns,  only the net of my eyes strung across the path you said in the morning the personal … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Wow–guys–remember my Japanese phrase poem, Koi No Yokan? Check out this gorgeous story those lines inspired! The story is beautiful.

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The man on the moon

Posted on August 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

One man, his steps small down the ladder, but how many hands made this one step possible to touch moon gravel for the first time, how many minds dreamed this man dancing in a vacuum a moment, the moon a … Continue reading →

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ghost dreaming

Posted on August 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this dream leaps too tall for the snares i lay down to trap it in the morning i will remember simply skipping outside flesh and call it flying

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