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Category Archives: New Free Verse
communication (haiku triptych)
I am uncertain how 3 words breathed in passion more than we spoke them remain strong enough to hold us together still despite differences With what words then, love can I possibly free you? Can they be unsaid?
the beautiful?
American, say it with a swagger & with confidence; like we own the name somehow more than the Canadians & Mexicans, & all those other Americans south of Panama but say it with force & the assurance that all those other Americas … Continue reading
sixth
It has been said that the dead do not speak, but they do, if the ear is attuned to their mutterings; as far as family stories go for us my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmother, and I have been told … Continue reading
Mask (HH 05/12–3 haiku)
perfect little thief wears his bandit mask always– rascally raccoon. *** don’t look too closely her smooth features disguise pain brittle, pretty mask *** free from my true face the mask I wore blows away lighter now, and free which … Continue reading
Spring fervor
Outside the walls of my house the air is heavy and sweeter that the strawberries the tiny white flowers promise; opening just this morning & already the bees were drunk all day on nectar an hour past sunset and the night … Continue reading
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Within Calling Without: A Duet
By Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels outside my window, tree frogs and crickets are in full spring shout, like calling to like until they meet and are silent from within, behind my window, I hear their calls, calls from within, … Continue reading
muse-ridden
Like an idiot savant crunching numbers between her teeth, savoring the sweet saltiness and solving problems faster than calculator memory, or bowing and plucking violin strings with more skill than the first chair at the symphony; but forgetting to tie her shoes, or … Continue reading