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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
my mother’s baptism
my mother’s baptism.
meteorology
late spring snowglazes hyacinthspink to white
exercise: 3 haiku
hands deep in cool earth making room for lily bulbs I am planting spring one more species gone still, the earth is our mother and she will forgive this format does not suit my voice constricting
earth day #1 — or eating inorganically
They say we could feed a nation with food we throw away perhaps the hemisphere with the grain and soy we force-feed cows injected with Prolisac then wonder why 10-year-old girls have breasts their mothers didn’t sprout until 13 still, … Continue reading
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The Materialist
The Materialist.
Still: 3 haiku/senryu
like pieces of sky small blue finches still their flight leaves that fly away chattering water circles here and slows, learning the deep still of sleep this praying mantis still on the garden path, knows patience brings bounty
Renovation: 3 haiku
reinventing joy renovation peels away layers of old pain cherry trees, once bare cover themselves in petals pink renovation in renovation only the surface changes the core is constant
Susan Daniels Poetry 