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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
today, when the crocuses open
today, when the crocuses open so yellow, so birthdayish and so late that I have both together this once and in May is remarkable I will thread them with forget me nots and smile for the sake of all your … Continue reading
Not even worthy of a title
How does this poem differ from thoughts and prayers sent to people full of thoughts and prayers so full when their mouths open words pour out floral and lacy as funeral cards but minus the cash. How does this poem … Continue reading
empty pedestals
After the stones fall we should have something here bigger than the bones of a war lost but still dug up over and over, resurrecting dead who simply want sleep we should have a monument to loss but it needs … Continue reading
The mothers
I saw the presidents starched, silent and pressed in the pages of history books though we started to call it social studies then already maybe a little more correct politically but still skewed to those old dead white men you gotta … Continue reading
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Base economy
The food pantry is out of rice but has plenty of boxed potatoes leaving room for barter a base economy of beef stew traded for tomato soup or egg noodles for rice Me? I wanna be base-less and free of … Continue reading
Kummerspeck
They call it grief bacon that cushion of extra tasty layered over pain It is not delicious? Nothing sweeter than old tears lacing chocolate.
Excuses
I write after the children and cats are asleep and the news slows like a clock needing winding in an age when most time is measured digitally, and whispered to satellites so it is always right. I need to wait for … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 