Monthly Archives: November 2013

mermaid

Posted on November 30, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is easier to become than yearn I will dye my hair turquoise and swim legs crossed at the ankles mermaid-style if I close my eyes long enough I will breathe water

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sugar in my coffee

Posted on November 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Christ’s toenails are on E-Bay if you crave salvation but don’t test for authenticity of blood and time just taste that sweet sweet America style punch to the stomach, braided through what was cane and cow, reinventing an awake faith, standing ground and never … Continue reading →

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she says burn everything

Posted on November 18, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for A.H. She’s tired of finding bodies in beds or bathtubs, innocent and empty until memory fills them. Whether she heard the last breath or missed it isn’t the point. She didn’t choose this, the cleanup afterwards, the telephone calls, the … Continue reading →

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Hidden Violence

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

KB at his powerful best.

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Crone: Thoughts on seeing my roots for the first time in 20 years

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It starts innocent:  What color is the hair I hid for 20 years, first for fashion and then as a shaytel of dark in a box I leave on a shelf, unused for 2 months. I have gone from maiden to … Continue reading →

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American Sentences

Posted on November 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There is poetry here, not in the words, but the silence between.them. I am the high priestess of the sisterhood of crazy cat ladies. They call it romantic, but our hands together shape a doubled fist.   We are writing … Continue reading →

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November sounds are secrets

Posted on November 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

November sounds are secrets; the dance of branch against branch unquieted by leaves and newly naked, or the rasp of snow on snow, a whispered shift subtle as eyelashes kissing in a blink, that soft more seen than heard but there, … Continue reading →

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