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Monthly Archives: July 2013
Faking it
There’s no twerking in this commercial by the fish by the cakes by the light bulbs. It’s the new Walmart they’re selling now: the squeeze cheese glows Chernobyl yellow, stocked by a simulated employee who talks about paid for education and … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged experimental, false advertising, poetry, Spoken word, twerking, Walmart
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What a Blackman’s Life is worth in 2010
Originally posted on The Poetry & Writings of:
years ago i wrote this out of mourning for Oscar Grant and disdain of the justice system today I repost out of mourning for Travon Martin and disdain of the justice system…
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peak
What’s unseen is still there– the worms within vines that fail at the peak of greening. Like cancer, there are hints if you’re trained to know them, how to cut what kills, and nurture what’s left until frost. A rainy June softens … Continue reading
The texas statehouse–a tanka (or, if you’re packing, make them deodorant)
No longer hidden instruments of discretion, these bullets, shot straight through this red state rhetoric will bring some needed freshness
Ophelia–A poem by Susan Daniels and KB
I. He sent me to a nunnery, either convent or whorehouse Did not matter, as long as it was away, the great Elizabethan F— off for a tormented soul’s manic pixie dream girl. There was nowhere I could end up … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged hamlet, liberation, madness, ophelia, poetry, shakespeare, the sisterhood, Women
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Keriah by Susan L. Daniels
Originally posted on The Blue Hour:
There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to dilute under sun. You should have died in November. I could count you in raw clouds, reflected in reds rotting…
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Susan Daniels Poetry 