Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

unbulletproof

Posted on June 8, 2022 by Susan L Daniels

I am without words which are weapons & wrap me like arms without rocking & rest heavy against my chest the way a bulletproof vest would if I had one if we all had one I wouldn’t be writing about … Continue reading →

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metaphysical geometry and other foolery

Posted on November 3, 2021 by Susan L Daniels

if I count magic in the space between your breaths & not what is measured in the numbering of them I will know that life happens past proof of where it has been quietly & in spite of it

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Another 9/11

Posted on September 11, 2021 by Susan L Daniels

20 years later On September 10th The memorials begin And I can’t surf the wreckage Of another tower Or count the ashes Of lives sacrificed In a Pennsylvania field again We’ve been here before Tomorrow I will remember The moment … Continue reading →

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Used to it

Posted on February 21, 2021 by Susan L Daniels

I didn’t get over losing you easy, Your name still a whisper under my tongue. I woke up today counting the years of it On my fingers: 26 without you. This year is different. Now, I am the last of … Continue reading →

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Wrapped in the flag

Posted on January 6, 2021 by Susan L Daniels

Dressed like lady liberty Raising a plastic torch That never burns You riot for America Sedition swaddled comfortably In the flag So you can call it patriotism If patriots can’t lose Without spilling blood or tears

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Posted on December 18, 2020 by Susan L Daniels

Yhe vice president got vaccine today while the tally crawled over 300,000 The vice president got a shot in the arm while evictions hover & utility bills climb The vice president mourns the economy more than the dead

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Pandemic winter

Posted on December 17, 2020 by Susan L Daniels

Finally the snow comes To cover over what’s raw The naked dirt of fresh graves Though we still live. The plumes of breath escaping masks prove it.

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