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Category Archives: New Free Verse
a voice and a name
before I found my voice ink bled through my skin and I stored pages of it under my bed; not so much poetry as hummed song– some in high-school French or Spanish, mercifully lost now, but somehow less cloying than the love letters my … Continue reading
A Simone De Beauvoir quote
“One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, and compassion” ― Simone de Beauvoir
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for nancy
you will not suck the life out of me you will not suck the life out of me you will not suck the life out of me she repeats three times, like Dorothy with those ruby slippers & there is … Continue reading
what about the whales
those that said poetry is dead have to be wrong we have not yet translated the epics chanted by whales circling the polar ice all that singing must include metaphor we just haven’t wrapped our primate minds around the syntax yet
poetry is dead
they keep saying that as if somehow willing a throat closed that has no body will kill it as if beauty will not spring up unplanned & rioting between cracks in the concrete whether it is wanted or not, like … Continue reading
HH Prompt: Loneliness
loneliness settles curls inside this valley, mist sun will melt away
Susan Daniels Poetry 