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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
Lois (Alzheimer’s poem #7): Scrabble & Sunday Crosswords
I used to sit under the table cross-legged while my mother & grandmother solved the Sunday crossword in ink or locked up the board playing Scrabble. Later, I joined them & learned the joy of contorting words into new forms; … Continue reading
XX
XX: No, not the rating for porn flicks, or a row of kisses on a love letter– the chromosome that divides us as a species into 2 rough halves. I don’t want to say female, I don’t want to say woman, … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged femnism, FGM, foot binding, motherhood, poetry, Poetry free verse, woman
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haiku 04/30/2012–Siamese #2
thin question mark tail constant movement behind him– what is he asking ?
Lois (Alzheimer poem #6): How to write an S
the kitchen table was our battleground: if I could read at 2 then surely I could create an “S” at 3, she said & I shaped them backwards or slumped them along lined paper sideways, like snakes trying wildly to … Continue reading
earth women
for Nancy Yes, we fight & love our men with a vengeance it is because we know the slow passage of silent rivers moving underground deeper still the volcanic pulse of molten gold & iron the spin of the planet … Continue reading
my sister’s ghost
Twice I saw her in dreams; the first time I carried her weightless in a basket on my back. No one saw her but me, & she wrapped her arms around my neck & murmured in my ear how to … Continue reading
the elephant in the room
the elephant in the room none of us want to talk about is trumpeting morals like he invented them he is for saving the unborn & eager to kill them when they grow up– call it war or capital punishment– … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 