Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

for the Iranian woman who kicked the cleric who told her to cover up

Posted on September 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

  in a place where it is easier to force women to hide their bodies than it is to expect men to avert their eyes, what did she show on the street to make him ask her to cover herself? … Continue reading →

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haiku heights: glory

Posted on September 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

fall starts in glory– summer dies & burns quiet in layers i rake

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a series of moments

Posted on September 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

mint should never be driven to grow taller than corn stalks.  still, here it is, flowering higher than my forehead and wide-leaved, still tasting of mint though my neighbors call it yerba buena & tell me to make tea, or … Continue reading →

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she says she thinks too loudly

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she says she thinks too loudly & I know what she means.  my blood shouts until the words come formed deep & rising in wheals through skin not all words are mine. not all love poems have our names written in … Continue reading →

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Haiku heights: lights

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

past time for fireflies i stir the campfire, bright sparks flashing memories

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you cannot grasp light–it will pass through your hands

Posted on September 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you cannot grasp light it will pass through your hands, warming, illuminating as it leaves you impossible to contain something that is both particle and wave you say she eludes you. i would say, perhaps you chase a reflection or … Continue reading →

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september heights: islands

Posted on September 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

toes brushing the stones that urge Niagara forward three sisters bathing

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