Monthly Archives: March 2013

ichor

Posted on March 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

untethered, cells run renegade, pathologic lines laying down armor en cuirasse;  which is what kills in the end, the immortal simply something that refuses to die when prompted and waits, bloodless like the old gods, hungry for ichor unsustainable, we forget how to … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

dust spores under the bed to toadstool nightmares when inhaled fairy rings tall as ferris wheels spin behind eyes where brooms won’t reach and I can’t kiss whateveritis away anymore though he thinks I can with that desperate faith children have– they’ll … Continue reading →

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snowflake

Posted on March 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

dust has no words in a quiet art of freezing particulate core of a molecular heart spinning six arms in predetermined space an arrangement dictated through surface tension until layered water sends the spin downwards in spiraled weight the drift of feathers through … Continue reading →

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samaritan

Posted on March 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

there is nothing samaritan here if the stranger stays strange until you paste a face on her if you have to see your mother bruised your sister raped your daughter cut your son gay your wife hungry to care, it’s … Continue reading →

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Not dead yet

Posted on March 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

They called it dead, then asked if God was too. Maybe it is, with wakes in Lit class, where language cut is exsanguinated.  But where what’s bled dries to chalk dust, sometimes a wing shudders almost to flight. We need … Continue reading →

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lake effect

Posted on March 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

snow on the equinox is silent, still, mulish; not the last grasp of winter in ditches and the shaded side of trees– this is cool rebellion written in Christmas-card perfect flakes slow and soft in their spiral, pale feathers lining … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 18, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
I don’t have to tell you that Steubenville is all over the news. I don’t have to tell you that it’s a fucking joke that Trent Mays and Ma’lik Richmond, the two teenagers convicted…

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