Monthly Archives: August 2012

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on createdavidt:
Muses are fickle They seduce with wild abandon Then leave in the middle of the night Take flight Leaving nothing but scent and stain So you pick up your favorite writing tool Whisper a prayer Hope…

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faucets

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

last night I read a book where what comes out of faucets was not predictable & thought for just a moment about how here water flows from these pipes automatic as breath & as casual– a given these pipes are … Continue reading →

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what it means, uncovering what’s hidden

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

your hair was long when we met, hippy hair my mother called it carbon-dating herself or estimating age in tree rings; polished brown chestnut, curling slightly to tease your neck where it met your shoulders I braided it for you once, a … Continue reading →

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properties

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

water is always more than itself.  here where the eye of the mind opens, if you allow it visions, this eye will speak symbols in meaning that requires no translation as bones know this language the head rejects water, here … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on eulonia country:
what was it i heard you calling my name at sunset over apples fallen to ground already you with the wanting a way out again not enough to hide in the basement we must make…

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everyone’s a better poet

Posted on August 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

do we all do this, that gasp of surprise at those words he threads delicate as silk through a pen that must flash like a needle stitching images & the colors she weaves on the screen, light breaking through those … Continue reading →

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I went looking

Posted on August 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I went looking for visions broken shale bruising soles barefoot, because skin needs to touch earth flatly when you hunt gods at least that is what the trees told me & I believe those roots

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