Monthly Archives: September 2013

When You Leave

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

When you leave there will be empty in my hands instead of the enough filling my mouth I choked on; spitting out sour words instead of the sweet I used to own. When you leave I will have an empty … Continue reading →

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(a)Wake

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

He was with me in the sunlight pressing blocks into carpet, heat kissing the tips of his black shoes shiny while I played the shoelace game with my small fingers always unraveling his knots– and then he wasn’t there, but … Continue reading →

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Survivors

Posted on September 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There is choice.  We can die from the shame of what is done to us.  We can wear the names like letters branded into our skin and quietly disappear, become the nothings they say we are, banished and vanished, or we … Continue reading →

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White Space and Gray Matter…

Posted on September 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on 50 Shades of Gray Hair:
I never thought, when I began blogging, that so much of my white space would be devoted to the subject of rape and sexual assault and abuse After all, my blog is not…

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A Paycheck Away From Hooverville

Posted on September 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for the house You do not speak for me when you argue who gets fed or who gets medicine, playing rhetorical Russian roulette: the barrel against the temples of children while you shape the next talking point about stamps and … Continue reading →

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Frankie’s Poem (ballad form)

Posted on September 19, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Die with it in you, were the words he cried and so I bent voiceless to that noose, tighter round my neck than ever my tongue was tied, keeping secret what other women loosed. The words they say I sang … Continue reading →

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authenticity

Posted on September 19, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

My grandmother baked bread on Saturdays, her kitchen uncluttered by those plastic bags prettied with red/blue/yellow dots bubbled like foaming yeast. She used to say you could believe in her butter, and her bread was free of wonder.   ***A … Continue reading →

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