Monthly Archives: September 2012

Sam Peralta: River Solitude.

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

http://semaphore1.blogspot.com/2009/07/river-solitude.html?spref=tw I love this.

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this is a crying out

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is a crying out the music wolves make but from one throat howling wordless & blown through body made flute is this love or worship summoning– or are they the same thing sounding this call that shakes bones to sand

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becoming this us

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

bodies blend to become this us promised in your hands how they open to mine how our eyes echo feeling this us promised in your hands painting skin all colors with one touch how our eyes echo feeling the way … Continue reading →

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wake for a refrigerator

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

something standing in a house eight years unmoving should be family– we all have those people we cannot move easily, stubbing toes sometimes on their hard edges & them without the grace or ability to apologize for it (in fairness, … Continue reading →

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media

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if he runs out of paper skin becomes canvas patterned with paint and ink doodling walking art, he calls it

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September Heights Challenge: Moon (2 haiku)

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this red moon is ours glowing bright, feigned innocence– white like other moons *** the man on the moon runs his fingers through oceans turns tides to pass time

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overgrowth

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the creek today is no place for visions– it is water choking on stone and algae.  Too shallow for currents to move the first dark leaves dotting the surface like hollowed cicada skins split down the middle & empty the small … Continue reading →

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