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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
six declarative sentences on cold warming
The blame for this cool spring points to the apices of the globe. It is the fault of unchained jetstreams, tied to polar ice each year. Freed by melting, they loop lower than arctic air in winter, allowing this continent to skip … Continue reading
yellow crocuses
a month later than expected if they were planned this squirrel-planted surprise threads beneath my window in a thin, military row– small defiant suns shouting through frost
On the Bluebird to Rochester
The man next to me bummed a cigarette outside, and right after, smoke still strung between us, says he can see my breasts under my blouse. I smile, say that’s what bras are for and that’s all he’ll get out of … Continue reading
spamimals
Animals think they’re pretty smart shit on the ground, see in the dark but they do see to not step in their own shit so they are smarter than us. ***A found poem (the first part), from my spam queue
If you think I will be nothing without you
What was I before you (?) A halfbaked dream cupcake woman needing icing and your tastebuds to fully become only while being eaten alive?
April: A cinquain
Snow lies: spring is here, coiled in curled fiddlehead ferns unfolding under snow, a thaw I taste
Susan Daniels Poetry 