Category Archives: free verse poetry

The Materialist

Posted on April 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

1.  Microscopy Life unfolds silent in space small as the pupil of an eye I eavesdrop chemical language, tangled helices I cannot translate. among these threads our grandmother’s recipes; love and bread, herbs that bring life mixed with honey & … Continue reading →

Posted in free verse poetry, Poetry 1988-1990 | Tagged | 7 Comments

Natural Law

Posted on April 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you are stone by nature resistant cold testament to slow work of wind I am simpler flesh even my bones disappear.  Hands press granite, the suggestion  of a face I cannot move you. You could crush me easily. My work … Continue reading →

Posted in free verse poetry, Poetry 1988-1990 | Tagged | Comments Off on Natural Law

the free market

Posted on April 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the year our garden gave too much we sold zucchini at the roadside my father’s farmer friend drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry as we stole his business & we two (capitalists disguised as girls) stuck out our … Continue reading →

Posted in free verse poetry, Poetry 1988-1990 | Tagged | 1 Comment

Cicada

Posted on April 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Perhaps now After years of silence & empty pages I am finding a voice again  Now, my words break free Of the dry husk wrapped in layers That kept them safely from light Emerge from the earth singing & fly … Continue reading →

Posted in free verse poetry, New Free Verse | Tagged | 5 Comments

Poem for my sister (for Laurie)

Posted on April 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

my sister died on a Tuesday morning the telephone an inconvenient interruption until my mother’s voice 7 states away repeated itself what is she saying about my sister we planned to grow old together still arguing & playing scrabble someone … Continue reading →

Posted in free verse poetry, New Free Verse | Tagged | 9 Comments

The Land of the White Man

Posted on April 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

in the land of the white man desert sun twists our vision in heat-driven delirium to see only ourselves those unlike us have papers in their pockets ready to prove they have the right to sweep our sacred streets while … Continue reading →

Posted in free verse poetry, New Free Verse | Tagged , | 12 Comments

the f-word (in context)

Posted on April 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

The boy stood behind the podium & said fuck he giggled as it flew past his lips an unruly bird escaping into listening air such an artist to toss that word casually like a child jumping rope skipping easily over raw … Continue reading →

Posted in free verse poetry, New Free Verse | Tagged , | 10 Comments