Monthly Archives: September 2012

Haiku heights: lights

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

past time for fireflies i stir the campfire, bright sparks flashing memories

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you cannot grasp light–it will pass through your hands

Posted on September 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you cannot grasp light it will pass through your hands, warming, illuminating as it leaves you impossible to contain something that is both particle and wave you say she eludes you. i would say, perhaps you chase a reflection or … Continue reading →

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september heights: islands

Posted on September 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

toes brushing the stones that urge Niagara forward three sisters bathing

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a spring poem in autumn

Posted on September 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

September owns ripe fruit urgency & color but today I scent spring in falling leaves, in spite of the apples & concord grapes on my table instead of strawberries today something inside stretches & blooms in response to sun, rebellious … Continue reading →

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democracy (what it’s not)

Posted on September 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

on a small scale no one steals a vote.  one vote means nothing in the final analysis of those signing in & closing the curtain; it’s all cumulative but if you steal 1,000 votes sealing mouths closed with red tape, … Continue reading →

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there is purity in emptiness

Posted on September 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there is purity in emptiness in living mostly on water sucking sir with greed like hunger there is no art in starvation hating the heaviness of matter wanting to be lifted into clouds by one helium balloon to walk through snow … Continue reading →

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September heights: starve

Posted on September 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the hunger artist craves the lightness of mayflies drifting without mouths

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