Monthly Archives: October 2012

haiku heights: Witch

wisdom, rooted here a kind of breathing science blooms into magic Advertisements

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mirrors

this hair that fights gravity & hairspray & leaps in response to doors closing is my mother’s hair.  like her, i brush back bangs even at night, as if they won’t riot again on my pillow in minutes.  the war is everything. … Continue reading

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state of emergency

this morning i read of a hurricane cyclonic & siphoning strength from the atlantic, spinning a trajectory so wide, 600 miles from the core we buy batteries & bottled water what were the odds forces that rarely cross would meld … Continue reading

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if i say i am sorry

if i say i am sorry for cutting me out of your chest without anesthesia it does not matter how cleanly i did it or if it was sterile & bloodlessly done i killed something & there is no gentle way … Continue reading

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Political poetry 2012

Just for fun, I thought I would provide a list of electoral/political poetry on this blog since we are  12 days away from ending this circus electing a  president.  Enjoy! for my neighbor with the nobama sign https://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/08/29/zoo-nation-do-not-feed-the-animals/ https://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/08/03/pharisees-hands/ https://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/05/31/trapped-in-leviticus/Continue reading

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things not to do when trying to repair a relationship (#1 of infinite possibilities)

don’t call & ask me to find a phone number for you in a notebook that documents, precisely with dates & examples why i am a bitch pages i flip through, each sentence justification for the murder of hope

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i am not full of you anymore (a vilanelle)

i am not so full of you anymore though you spill stories into bitterness flowing fast, deep; spinning lies into lore i can no longer give what you ask for love, i will not be your deliverance, i am not … Continue reading

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