Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

American Sentences

Posted on November 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There is poetry here, not in the words, but the silence between.them. I am the high priestess of the sisterhood of crazy cat ladies. They call it romantic, but our hands together shape a doubled fist.   We are writing … Continue reading →

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November sounds are secrets

Posted on November 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

November sounds are secrets; the dance of branch against branch unquieted by leaves and newly naked, or the rasp of snow on snow, a whispered shift subtle as eyelashes kissing in a blink, that soft more seen than heard but there, … Continue reading →

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For what dies before it’s born

Posted on November 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for all of us My country is cold, with knifed mountains that tear the old lace of saudade, that word born where the Mediterranean kisses the southern coast of Europe; as far from where I stand as you are.  These feelings … Continue reading →

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what is pasta (the staff of life, or the book of linguine)

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

naming the civil war depends on which side of the crust you stand on what you mean by macaroni and what is bread what is bread flour what is breadth first search what is pasta made of primavera bolognese pastafarianism: … Continue reading →

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Exhibit A

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We are proof, laddered templates climbing not to heaven but realization I can understand but never define this holy stretching under all science we can sequence the random: my son’s sky eyes my daughter’s chin the scythe of her smile … Continue reading →

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I sing dandelion seeds

Posted on November 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

My chrysanthemum/daisy/buttercup bouquet in a shoebox is a love poem.  I open it for you, smiling, but you see only the yellows, not the asters that are my eyes.  I sing dandelion seeds, each note touching your face.  You brush … Continue reading →

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Keriah

Posted on November 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to dilute under sun. You should have died in November. when loss spins a darker color wheel, those reds rotting to brown. I could paint longing siphoned to … Continue reading →

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