Monthly Archives: December 2012

the day before Christmas (moment of unexpected silence)

Posted on December 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Humming along to Happy Xmas (War is Over) on the car radio, though I’ve done nothing but buy, buy, buy, and go by.  My mouth still tastes of peppermint mocha behind my cheeks and under my tongue as I flip pages … Continue reading →

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anhedonia

Posted on December 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

a lemon without zest is just sour fruit and bubbles in Perrier go flat on my tongue that’s what this is– not real sadness but an absence of fizz, a lack of snap and it’s past time to set things … Continue reading →

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in my pocket (singles)

Posted on December 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

so much of what’s wrong is folded in my pocket immediate, temporal meat for the one who swallows the many and stays hungry we used to feed him children that is not what was meant by the words in the … Continue reading →

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Damascus (with Nicholas Gagnier)

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

On world maps, this crescent just attacked was formerly a home; those bones were a house and for the people within, this road was more than a convoy route. Collateral damage is not measured in numbers here; it is counted … Continue reading →

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Parrot My Foot (Intimate Imitations)- Duet With Boomie Bol

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Parrot my foot and imitate these hands shivering timbers from deep down inside This talk of love your empty 4 letter word speaking to my foot my hand responds as needed My mouth mirrors yours in speech or kissing but … Continue reading →

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Christmas, 1994

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Florida didn’t seem like Christmas to me, snowless and palmed, the only white the sugared sand beaches of the Gulf where I chose shells to fill wire baskets for my mother and sister I strung shells with peacock feathers, crafting dreamcatchers … Continue reading →

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Nineveh

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

what I have to say is old standing in a new place risen over temples to broken gods we don’t know but what is stone waits under sand blown through it for four thousand years the names whispered in the … Continue reading →

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