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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
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snow on the equinox is silent, still, mulish; not the last grasp of winter in ditches and the shaded side of trees– this is cool rebellion written in Christmas-card perfect flakes slow and soft in their spiral, pale feathers lining … Continue reading
Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
I don’t have to tell you that Steubenville is all over the news. I don’t have to tell you that it’s a fucking joke that Trent Mays and Ma’lik Richmond, the two teenagers convicted…
Posted in New Free Verse
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At Another Time
If we came back as cetaceans, I could hear our rhythm cycle from your throat, threads of song spun pure under water, independent of breath made only for me, and it would float in focused waves to my ears. Soft, my answer would ripple … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged idle Sunday night musing, karma, past lives/future lives, poetry
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Originally posted on Bart Wolffe:
A TEMPORARY DISTRACTION Just to the left where the wind is leaning On the lines of a looming tree’s barren boughs Murmurs the pigeon, my solace and companion, Greeting me again today as yesterday From…
Posted in New Free Verse
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More on orange lilies
Those flowers looping my great-grandfather’s headstone were the tigerest of lilies, outrageous tongues licking the hellfire fade of his name from granite, harder than he was when his mother begged him to drop his King James in deathbed drama, and he wouldn’t. … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged Adam W Linn, family, intolerance, ireland, irish, memory, my great-grandfather the orangeman, Owen Sound, tiger lilies
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Susan Daniels Poetry 