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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
in losing this us
you finally free your tongue from insults & blame use it for one last song I am long past humming with you the music you write for us in desperate sharps & flats twists rickety scale staircases I will not climb another step … Continue reading
the escarpment (my Sarawak)
the escarpment wrapped my great-aunt’s house in Owen Sound curled around that small city like a gentle rock arm in a loose, casual embrace– nothing too tight or showing much emotion in the north we climbed that rock every summer … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged Bruce Trail, Niagara escarpment, Owen Sound, photo albums, poetry, relatives
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Sunshine Award
Hi all! Mimi over at Waiting for the Karma Truck has nominated me for the … Which is so very pretty, and so very thoughtful! In return, I am nominating all of you, because you are great, wonderful, sunshiny people. … Continue reading
in the south pacific
his war stories were never about shooting that army air corps cook talked more about trading cans for fruit, or fishing for giant turtles when the supply ships sank stretching tea into thin tinted water to drink with powdered egg … Continue reading
perspective (underfoot)
I am growing things my mud feet my root fingers my sunflower stem spine are common but not as fragile as you think I am quiet but not voiceless beneath your feet under your machines silent does not mean weak … Continue reading
Haiku Heights Prompt: Stars
sky mirrors water tonight, I will shatter stars with just one small stone