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Category Archives: free verse poetry
Everyday losses
My mouth is dry from holding your name inside it like a mantra that brings no peace. My heart too steady for what I carry & my lungs don’t want the air they’re given They want last week’s air when … Continue reading
No more heroes
Superman doesn’t fly anymore since his heart stopped and now, with Lois Lane dead who would he rescue anyway? Our problems are too tricky to solve by spinning the planet backwards anymore/anyway We outgrew our old superheroes and made new … Continue reading
9
In tarot 9 is completion/attainment the ending and the beginning Not alpha and omega but this 9 9 meeting to pray 9 deaths are a numerology of loss something uncountable and hopefully over because we are full of it
the free market (in memory of my sister, 05/09/1965-02-21/1995)
the year our garden gave too much we sold zucchini at the road five for a dollar my father’s farmer friend drove slow by our table, pretending to cry as we stole his business and we two (capitalists disguised as … Continue reading
cento cannibal
The napowrimo.net challenge for today is to write a poem completely composed of lines from other poetry; or joyous, shameless theft, so here goes :). I chose a cannibal theme, as that is what this poem is–pure cannibalism. The taste … Continue reading
Thom #1
it is easy to love you while you sleep, arms wide in careless abandon small smile curving your lower lip so much easier than when you wake, yesterday’s anger still framing your eyes do not forget it is our differences … Continue reading
Amateur poets
we Sunday drivers take hard turns along curves of language hit potholes of preaching spin tires in mud of our own making when we go offroad but hear us sing & sometimes watch us fly.
Susan Daniels Poetry 