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Monthly Archives: January 2013
small stone 1/24/2013: Snow Synesthetic
What chef tapped sky three times like a full strainer to sift confectioner’s sugar four inches thick, onto trees and power lines? Something this finely milled and precisely handled should taste like candycanes or dusted sugar; perhaps even Wint-O-Green Lifesavers. Cold candies our hours.
small stone 1/23/2013
I love most the stories of saints that once rolled in the mud.
becoming (schizophrenic or woman)
it should be artless, this balance of welcome and reserve: one is not born, but rather becomes, a woman she did learn once what girls study in school, though witnesses will not testify and there are no books written with intelligence, … Continue reading
snow day
six degrees freezes breath to steam new snow clings to my roof cloud-carved polar-bear hunger with icicle claws
A Voice
A voice is a voice threaded through and chosen by words. Or the voice chooses the words. In a fusing this intimate, who can say which is which? This is not a chicken-and-egg clichéd question, because there is no answer. Today, I remember oranges, limes, … Continue reading
small stone 1/21/2013
I should celebrate snow, each flake an individual marvel. I wonder who exactly it was that compared each snowflake to another in a blizzard to state with authority that each arrangement of molecules per flake is unique. Eventually the pattern … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 