Monthly Archives: November 2012

another love poem without the word in it

Posted on November 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

before babel maybe there was a word for this me you raise not from anything dead but sleeping & deep this me that answers & opens throating every word ever spoken in any language

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gaza

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

children. eyes open & flesh silenced to seed ready to plant in dry sand to bloom ashes later i am no prophet & am not consulting one but already i taste that stinging harvest bodies cast like runes spill on the floor … Continue reading →

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ghost story (conversation with trent)

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t think it’s me that haunts you– but maybe some idea of us half-formed threads a lightning heartbeat through your ears & flashes patterns in the corners of your vision almost seen but not there enough to touch I … Continue reading →

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ghost story

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t think it’s me that haunts you– but maybe some idea of us half-formed threads a lightning heartbeat through your ears & flashes patterns in the corners of your vision almost seen but not there enough to touch

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knowledge: Cinquain

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

knowledge what raises us graded soft,  on a curve since the renaissance, just short of vision

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perspectives

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

just before sunset a woman walking her dog tells me she was admiring my roses, mostly over but red in that final frantic blooming past the first hard freeze i nod agreement, smile i don’t tell her those are not my roses. … Continue reading →

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what lights us

Posted on November 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

brighter than poured concrete cracking into gravel underfoot, this door shows there is light moved toward & light that finds today the EXIT frames the obvious only path through dark the way out At Dverse today, we are seeking inspiration from … Continue reading →

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