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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
The first warm day
before crocuses there is softening into thaw or not quite (almost) spring
His father speaks to him in feathers
He says his father speaks in feathers; a calligraphy all quill and no ink, a scripted spiral through air and into hands held open. I am more basic. My father does not haunt, but waits at the edge of sleep, where dreamed … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
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There is no Prince
You are no prince riding to my rescue. The castle is long breached, and I still sleep, covered over by nettles, or roses– it does not matter which, as long as there is that sting to thread blood in cursive across skin, a language of … Continue reading
silver (anniversary)
You have become less you and more an if only. You are bigger than the reason I hate Februarys. You are more than a sound. you are larger, but lighter than the sum of your bones and the shape of … Continue reading
Mangoes
Unripe fruit hangs heavy on these branches untouchable and bitter as tears in a throat, unswallowed. Still, the sun kisses what can never be sweet and will never seed anything but anger, forests of it.
There Are No Words
We should be boxed and ribboned, candy everyone wants, a sweet we give and pass around, but say nothing and be eaten. There are no words we can use, when yes is whore language and no becomes a knife in … Continue reading
Tilus series–dVerse meeting the bar
At dawn an unbroken spiderweb glows delicate, like this day, easily snapped
Posted in New Free Verse
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Susan Daniels Poetry 