Monthly Archives: March 2013

faith (a cinquain)

Posted on March 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

shameless with purest joy he defiantly loves, no altar fit to hold or burn his gift

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Posted on March 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on shrinks arent cheap:
If you wrote me a letter of hate I would frame it, simply for its divine soliloquies, and to see my name written by your hand, a brilliant mess of scribbles, which I would…

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perspectives

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We call this blue jewel astronauts kiss on returning home, which means many things and is where death happens. Her tectonic rage resonates through space as she becomes bell, ringing and indifferent; tsunamis and fallen cities simply notes in her sounding, but us,  we remember. We light candles. … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Emily L. Hauser – In My Head:
This past week saw up-and-coming political pundit and progressive activist Zerlina Maxwell talking about rape, her own status as a rape survivor, and the fact that women shouldn’t have to…

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jigsaw (missing pieces)

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This is not news, women gone before they are counted: their newborn flash snuffed quickly and quietly. It is a crisis of numbers, and numbers don’t lie. The bodies are buried, evidence wiped clean, and all we have to count is absence, … Continue reading →

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Opening

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Spring is less tentative now, stretching degrees upwards to short-sleeve weather though snow still hides in ditches and the shaded side of trees, there is softening, opening of the air to blooming, untasted since tannins painted days sepia, yellowing the … Continue reading →

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Roadkill

Posted on March 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

That run, not away from but under tires, inevitable, I know it reflected in that unblinking flash of eyes and tail white in my headlights bone meets metal in an unstoppable grind to nothing but blood on concrete, cooling to a statistic … Continue reading →

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