Monthly Archives: December 2012

muses

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

those 9 muses the Greeks drew in precise divisions of practice never moved me, coy & lolling at Apollo’s feet in those pictures, too busy flirting to grant a whisper in my ear no, if art is breathed, in spired like cathedrals pointing to sun … Continue reading →

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melting truths (the advent hymn)

Posted on December 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is a moment of palpable faith– heavy-woven in silk intricate and darkly bright like a 12th-century advent hymn carolling loomed yearning past promise & only satisfied with birth veni, veni Emmanuel Latin fills my house heavy, scented with hope & … Continue reading →

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second person imperative-interrogative woven with the third

Posted on December 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you did not fly into or burn us– those men are ashes now, so they can justify only an enhanced interrogation, so much softer than torture– the pain comes from your own muscles set & biologic as wrong thinking encoded in DNA, locked; resisting your … Continue reading →

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Apocalypse poem #12-acorns

Posted on December 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you can’t second guess when that apocalyptic clock is set to shrill all of us out of sleep it might be winding down but the ticking is too soft & not for our ears & so many have been wrong … Continue reading →

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Posted on December 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Rule of Stupid:
While you are wrong and I am right You play in a diminished key To my major melody In a painful cacophony Our notes a loud War cloud   While you are right and…

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that stretch

Posted on December 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we all do this: start small & build up it could be Jenga or Babel we stack, weak & teetering or maybe we just get taller but we are always climbing, building extending touch just past the stretch of fingertips to … Continue reading →

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the false face

Posted on December 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

because of wholeness I will rattle the corners of your house chasing tears with tobacco paint this wood face red & smiling big, feed its pain ashes & corn like everything else this loses power in translation the face I … Continue reading →

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