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Monthly Archives: February 2013
Last minute
Tonight I take the last bag of candy from the pharmacy shelf colored red and pink and wrapped separately so my son can sign his name with his novice four letters 24 times because that’s me, always on the cusp … Continue reading
germ(i)nation
It’s time to start the nightshades not the brilliant berries red and deadly as any poison apple but their cousins– peppers, tomatoes, ground cherries seeds on my table lifted on a toothpick planted the depth of one breath mist-watered small … Continue reading
February
Mid-February keeps it’s time, holding tight to snow and earth frozen to raw mud. Before sap runs this month will ignore returning birds and snap and swallow budding back to whiteness, allowing no green except naked grass, uncovered where sun … Continue reading
the math of one
This space I occupy can be ciphered if a formula exists for these boundaries but I am less body than biosphere mostly uncounted and misunderstood greater than the sum of parts added in catcalls. My lips are the dividend of strawberries. … Continue reading
Originally posted on createdavidt:
Green pebble rounded by Andean ascent Rolls the sky open Convinced by the rightness of the left Thorned champion of homeland torn asunder Rolls the sky open Diplomatic as a pouch Thorned champion of homeland…
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Letting Go
My mouth knows the words and frames them in gilt cursive, ornate and twisted with false pretty I don’t own, sweet phrases blooming on pink greeting cards I never buy, because I have truth to speak that is simple, unflowered and natural as breath. … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 