Monthly Archives: December 2012

12/22/2012

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

days are never important in advance– but this one, the day after the apocalypse that didn’t carries more weight than the snow I woke to the world is still here and so are most of us but not all that woke … Continue reading →

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Haiku Heights Prompt: Snow

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

pieces of sky fall sifted confectioner sweet– we stick out our tongues

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Shamhat

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

two miles away from you may your lover tremble with excitement, one mile away may he bite his lip in anticipation I would have journeyed to him unbidden, my path from the temple fated and traced by sandaled feet, dusty but still … Continue reading →

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Disgruntled but unarmed woman flies to Australia to beat someone with a bag of oranges.

Posted on December 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Pingbacks.  Normally I enjoy it when someone wants to share my work, as a reference to what inspired him/her to write something.  However, when someone takes a poem like God Weeps and uses it to back up some insane grumbling … Continue reading →

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storm warning

Posted on December 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I crave that covering over everything raw snow promises the blindness of winter how small things together change what is seen to iced monochrome

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apocalypse in the first world

Posted on December 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we lost electricity for 5 minutes 5 minutes of dark to hear rain on the roof and wind twisting tree limbs into stick figures practicing yoga and my girl running for the candle by the light of her tablet asked me … Continue reading →

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a certain day became now

Posted on December 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

A certain day became now this unfolding us in moments an origami I smooth, learning past language and in texture and heat this us in trimmed accordioned paper doll chain selves and none of them true copies teach me the you I cannot … Continue reading →

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