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Originally posted on A Prayer Like Gravity:
I chew with my brains. I eat with my eyes and ears. I shit with my mouth. Values vary invariably between us in the unobserved interval, an interval forever unobservable. Our projects extend,…
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poets are like onions
Shrek: For your information, there’s a lot more to ogres than people think. Donkey: Example? Shrek: Example… uh… ogres are like onions! [holds up an onion, which Donkey sniffs] Donkey: They stink? Shrek: Yes… No! Donkey: Oh, they make you … Continue reading
That line
You take a photograph of yourself, shirtless, vulnerable to show where they split and stapled you together more intimate than mirrors tell it I see your fragility , the determination ringing tired eyes, spun with the surety of flesh reknitting
four words to break winter
These trees greet Spring skeletal and plural, branches barred in a twill weave, just green at the budding tips as the roots release sap that coalesces to sugar feeding the season or boiled down in kitchens to its dark promise, staining … Continue reading
Ashes and the Lie Box
If I ask about childhood which story will you pull from that enormous purse? Will you tell it in English, en espanol, or en francais? I’ll understand, the way I know it is easier to invent and reinvent self, a … Continue reading
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Susan Daniels Poetry 