Monthly Archives: September 2012

woman, we were girls together

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

woman we were girls together sitting on your bed humming the music on vinyl I still snap to being 17 together drawing college applications like tarot cards hovering our fingers over choices & hoping for the best of all possible … Continue reading →

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September Heights: Gloss

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

bubblegum flavor pink spreading shiny sweetness my Maybelline kiss

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september rain

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

september brings rain we needed this july the burned grass uprooted to mud leaves crisp red over

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how to celebrate an ending

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

four days before her birthday she drags wood to the fire-pit, arranges it over those old love-letters she waits until heat strokes her arms before she offers this last thing for burning: the wedding dress carefully folded & dropped with … Continue reading →

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that line

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if there is a line between free speech & treason between change & revolution between assembly & rioting it is fine it is dark & it is drawn in blood the problem is it takes death to tell the difference

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the dark spots on the sun

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sometimes sun blooms dark spots, cooling his burning by degrees tempering infinite chained burning for moments do we cool, lover, in this way? our first heat damping back shifting to the controlled burn of a lasting flame?

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left-hand guitar

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this music’s about love that stays longer than your man ever would she cries blues in a beat felt from the soles up, strummed with calloused fingertips on strings; hunger voiced with cords & carried on breath because need this deep … Continue reading →

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