Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

relational mechanics

Posted on June 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

finally, past pretending I force my eyes from the fixed point on the wall I was memorizing instead of listening and look at you; my eyes starting at the point I suppose your heart leaps beneath skin and sternum though … Continue reading →

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measurements and calculations

Posted on June 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

so enmeshed in numbers height, weight, the measurable distance between eyebrows the arc of a nose shades of eyes, hair, and skin all dictated by the way melanin scatters to paint us in rainbows shape and size of eyes flare … Continue reading →

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Fizzy Feelings and Fuzzy Physics: Motion II

Posted on June 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

By Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor All life is motion compelled to move; you and I, we must move too even in apparent stillness our atoms vibrate past vision and all senses, rearranging with the simple harmonic motion of … Continue reading →

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we are fabric

Posted on June 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we are fabric woven from threads of stars awe we resonate with when we look up and greet a night sky full of our kin

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monochrome

Posted on June 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

too dull for daylight rain muddles everything gray puddles for splashing

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synthesis

Posted on June 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

these images we carry if they were to transfigure from dreams to mouths lift from paper to something tangible like word made flesh transmutation the streets would shimmer with littered, glittering worlds not words we would read and nod our … Continue reading →

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a quiet man

Posted on June 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I remember more what my father did than anything he said; how when I was small he would fill the kitchen with his dress uniform and lift me high in his arms, so up I felt tall; but then, the … Continue reading →

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