Monthly Archives: August 2012

they splash in water

Posted on August 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

they splash in water that foretells autumn in yellow leaves clinging to the bank startling against all that green

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stay

Posted on August 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

stay, he said when I asked what he wanted stay, when I could do nothing but provide the most human things; touch, eyes, and a voice next to his bed we spoke of irony, how the disease he studied claimed him … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Trent Lewin:
    Here it is, in no particular order, although the list is numbered (keep in mind, this is all meant to be sarcastic): 1.  Listen to lots of music while writing.  The rhythm of…

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I know the fault lines

Posted on August 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

  I know the fault lines where this heart breaks easiest; can chart easily these movements between us as if they are rivers, tides automatic and effortless and impossible to force as it would be to shape dreams into waking forms; … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on createdavidt:
Someone I know Finds the big in the small Others wearily drift through the mundane and banal Everyday moments Just life passing by But my friend is an alchemist of thought and word She pulls on…

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Lois (a love poem)

Posted on August 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

it was simply her for him, and he hers when they let themselves scale all their losses piled up & sealed in that stone mountain between them how easy they made it look, that climb to reach each other without … Continue reading →

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Zoe’s spinet

Posted on August 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

  gotten for the cost of hauling it here & feeding four friends who heave it through my sliding glass door is the instrument I said she could learn as it will not decay in that jungle she calls her … Continue reading →

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