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Monthly Archives: January 2013
It is dangerous to love a poet
It is dangerous to love a poet who blows emotion into rainbow animals; orange giraffes, pink dogs, purple monkeys– her balloon bestiary handed off to anyone who stops to admire her skill and their lightness. That some are shaped to your … Continue reading
Small stone 1/31/2013
Degrees graphed like telemetry spikes on a screen, vacillating from 66 to 20 in 24 hours in a temperature flatline. Call a code, someone. Our climate has crashed.
small stone 1/30/2013
if stones could bloom those small, mineral seeds would open amethyst and sapphire flowers that never fade– brilliant but scentless
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Mali(the price of jihad)
Mali slides through speakers a desert snake tonguing my ears, that word close to what I named a doll once, chasing memory the second I hear the country on the radio while I read of Konna where burned-out tanks and … Continue reading
The light menu (for Terry)
We wield full abdomens risen like yeast dough proofed and ready for baking in parodies of pregnancy, but we don’t deliver anything live from these, supersized past plus. Filling up on the light menu still means feeding past sate to bloat on the … Continue reading
small stone 1/28/2013
Fog is not tiptoeing anywhere here tonight–it is flowing gray/black stripes across the road like a ghost tiger chasing winter.
temporary things
a snow angel is not snow but its absence a depression shadowed and haloless never reaching heaven except through water cycling after a thaw but her shape holds winter **inspired by Prairie Home Companion yesterday.
Susan Daniels Poetry 