Monthly Archives: November 2012

11 types of pain

Posted on November 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are 11 types of pain classified by tissue, type & frequency but I find nowhere written 1 that equals the knife twist of your absence

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November turns

Posted on November 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

november turns our sauterne sweet to stern grayness   At Dverse we are trying our hands at Than-Bauk, a Burmese climbing rhyme poem.  Each line has four syllables. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the … Continue reading →

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waking up with a poem (2)

Posted on November 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i need to write these down, these words kissing the backs of my eyes– dream language loops lightly across cortical ridges; these visions sand shaped casually by god’s finger pointing to truth taken back in waves did you know inside … Continue reading →

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we the people

Posted on November 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is a line not to cross, but to stand in & circles to shade with ink interesting how all this acid this mud we have been ducking or throwing how all this shouting leads to one moment of speech … Continue reading →

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love (i have lost count)

Posted on November 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the oaks are naked now their last rags wind-stripped & though my breath is a seen thing i know heat this side of winter somehow you have made me less november & more something that blooms

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music makes my bones move

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

music makes my bones move he says, shakes last year’s mardi gras beads like maracas, keeps a beat not listened to but pulsed from the soles up

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the babalawo says so (election math)

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the babalawo says so. the Opele & Ikin have spoken fate on his tray. he has heard & told it– his palm nuts & divination chains are never wrong until they are & even then it must be the god … Continue reading →

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