Monthly Archives: April 2013

Even As the Winds

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on The Bard of Liminga:
The eastern sky was vivid scarlet this morning as I started pedaling, head lowered into a strong wind. By the time I rounded the curve at Coles Creek, it had faded to gray,…

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Tanka #1

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

What drives this knowing? Poets are people who walk through life with small flaws in cracked armor, allowing life to blossom beneath skin.

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building blocks (babble on babel)

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Hubris is hard to own in its breaking down to a simplicity of matter, as if cells were stones, small ones, collectively tall enough to threaten heaven and make gods nervous. After falling I stack, borrowed piece by borrowed piece a remembered me, self-made without blueprints. … Continue reading →

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clarity

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is the snap of daffodils piercing mud they have been under too long sleeping, in the throats of peepers chanting all night their pagan worship suddenly, you know it– that pause happening only inside April, the indrawn breath the gasp from … Continue reading →

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epidemic

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We don’t have dancing plagues anymore, healed by prayer to Saint Vitus, or stopped by death, but we miss the mass release psychosis can become when it’s copied by a crowd. I yearn for a season of fainting spells or contagious … Continue reading →

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unlove poetry

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I can’t unlove, say words backwards in a ritual minus dolls and pins: reverofouyevollliwi or take back this heart because you never held it it was here, beating it never left.

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Ani’s language

Posted on April 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

LISTEN TO THIS WOMAN! She looked like Ivory soap and bubblegum when I knew her, in that time before tattoos and attitude, too small for her guitar singing Shy into the mic her chords an electric spine for muscled words denying any … Continue reading →

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