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Category Archives: 1987
I could tell you of times poems split my skull the moment of conception or the hours I pace before real pain begins pushed from inside myself words come screaming in rivers of blood. My head hurts. You read my … Continue reading
China patterns
I collect old loves the way my grandmother collected china patterns I know, intimately, the colors and textures, the graceful turns of gilt edgings I want to create/with you some live thing memories are for old women to display carefully … Continue reading
She fits you
She fits you easy as torn jeans, moves to your motion, never restricts. She is cut to your pattern, unlike me, the thrift-shop Friday-night shirt you buy on impulse. Too colorful for every day, uncomfortable if worn too long.
Shy
Because you are I do not see the first violets, feel sun warm my bare skin. Spring begins and I do not look for eggshells, robin’s nests, forsythia In dreams I touch your mouth I would like to tell you … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 