Monthly Archives: April 2013

killed by a falling bed

Posted on April 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for Duncan If fate, or one of them, Moirai: the one with the scissors, has to cut this thread, I hope she doesn’t laugh while she does it, my manner of death more interesting than the way I choose to live: … Continue reading →

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Happy bloggoversary, people!

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Well, it has been a year that I have been on here blogging, so want to say thanks to everyone, you rock, and I am so grateful for the friendships that started on here electronically as a result of blogging! … Continue reading →

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Ottavia for the eighth

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Bad things most often come in threes, they say but who counted the deaths, the losses up to set that number?  A tribute to fate or the fates, perhaps; but what of the one whose wife, kids, cat, and dog … Continue reading →

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random Sunday night thinking

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I answer poetry with poetry a dialogue socratic in method speaking not in tongues but questions, as if circular reasoning like my tongue will tease out and seduce truth into declaring itself mine always mine if I will stop all foreplay and take … Continue reading →

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six declarative sentences on cold warming

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The blame for this cool spring points to the apices of the globe. It is the fault of unchained jetstreams, tied to polar ice each year. Freed by melting, they loop lower than arctic air in winter, allowing this continent to skip … Continue reading →

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yellow crocuses

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

a month later than expected if they were planned this squirrel-planted surprise threads beneath my window in a thin, military row– small defiant suns shouting through frost  

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On the Bluebird to Rochester

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The man next to me bummed a cigarette outside, and right after, smoke still strung between us, says he can see my breasts under my blouse.  I smile, say that’s what bras are for and that’s all he’ll get out of … Continue reading →

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