Monthly Archives: September 2012

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Oh, my.  My friend and blogger extraordinaire , Mimi from Waiting for the karma Truck has nominated me for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award.  Now, I have decided not to do the awards thing any more, or at least do … Continue reading →

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eavesdropping half of a conversation

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

corcovado, bossa is too bright & fast for this coffee line but the piano joys in slides & chopped chords tickling ears like peacock feathers i want to shrink away from– beautiful but annoying coffee & chocolate beige the air … Continue reading →

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Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

George has scribed live passion here–I love this.

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veterans park, 1984

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

1984 was the year we wore yellow eyeshadow & found punk, hummed along to disgust muttered tuneless by skeletal men we called artists who exhaled heroin bitterness instead of lyrics & rasped desperation that set our teeth on edge it was … Continue reading →

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life in 40-dollar increments

Posted on September 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i never saw life as strung cigarette to cigarette & maybe that’s why those small escapes are legal but deadly.  you smell money in a room the way a shark tastes bait blood in water, small eyes hunting the source you would kill for … Continue reading →

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braid battlefield

Posted on September 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

no cornrows with beads for her & no threaded hair but the long coiled twists those twists are rasta fingercombed to sleek ripples– war over, we twist

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mommy genes

Posted on September 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

these are not the skinny jeans folded on top of the closet shelf i think i am somehow going to wear again & they’re not the mom jeans roomy enough at the hips no. these are the genes that supposedly … Continue reading →

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