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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
Originally posted on jmgoyder:
Are you asleep yet, my beautiful husband? Midnight approaches me with dark, unfamiliar claws, so I go outside to find some moonlight but it is pitch black out there and, when I can’t find the moon, I…
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burst
accept this prayer inked on the page or expressed by fingers tapping faith but knuckle under what spans the storm’s eye prismed– there are rainbows here & promise
11 types of pain
there are 11 types of pain classified by tissue, type & frequency but I find nowhere written 1 that equals the knife twist of your absence
November turns
november turns our sauterne sweet to stern grayness At Dverse we are trying our hands at Than-Bauk, a Burmese climbing rhyme poem. Each line has four syllables. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the … Continue reading
waking up with a poem (2)
i need to write these down, these words kissing the backs of my eyes– dream language loops lightly across cortical ridges; these visions sand shaped casually by god’s finger pointing to truth taken back in waves did you know inside … Continue reading
we the people
this is a line not to cross, but to stand in & circles to shade with ink interesting how all this acid this mud we have been ducking or throwing how all this shouting leads to one moment of speech … Continue reading