Monthly Archives: May 2013

when the weather breaks

Posted on May 13, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Spring is an egg, chipped and spilling rain (not the blue robin’s egg we know, but the gray marble sky reflected in the nests of house sparrows). Impatient, we pace, count steamed breath, wait for weather to break, for what stirs under … Continue reading →

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temptation

Posted on May 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

there are kisses that never taste skin but, once dreamed brush across lips a stinging emptiness of air ***we are writing about temptation over at dVerse today.

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Spinning

Posted on May 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

slap-happy I own no mysticism even though so often I turn that other cheek set in permanent spin– darvesh one hand directed to heaven but this is no ecstasy the center dictating my direction skewed (pa)inward.

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bereavement (2 short poems)

Posted on May 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

1. We have a word for loss: a formal time to reel inside grief: bereavement. More civilized than burlap and ashes in the hair it never gets old though we grow used to it, spooning skeletons in the closet: feeding peanuts … Continue reading →

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Birthday Poem

Posted on May 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I never sent you print birthday wishes, Preferred telephone calls or jotted notes, But today marks eighteen years, my sister; Eighteen unsent happys, full of frilled quotes And cured cursive, unabashedly winked Across a rainbowed river of milled hope Meant … Continue reading →

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Jimmie Gilliam

Posted on May 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Need to share this.  My mentor from ‘way back has gone digital with a few of her pieces.  

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what it isn’t

Posted on May 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Before you envision an us, before you stroke emotions further in a masturbation without release, a frictioned fictioned state of caging behind bars you gilt edge and name unrequited, I should tell you loves-me/loves-me-not outcomes are fixed before beginning: petals plucked honestly come … Continue reading →

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