Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

my mother’s baptism

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this was no Pentecost tongues of fire wrapping the faithful; simply a baptismal service where she waited in line with the 12-year-olds, but she waited 42 years to step into water chest high her hand gripping the baptistery ledge as if that could … Continue reading →

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perigee 1992: 2012 revision

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the moon is closer to her window than it has ever been, so she must open her arms in ritual embrace that honors the ancient ellipses binding planets & sun in their movements together. Closer, the moon moves her suddenly into rhythm … Continue reading →

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Cicada

Posted on April 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Perhaps now After years of silence & empty pages I am finding a voice again  Now, my words break free Of the dry husk wrapped in layers That kept them safely from light Emerge from the earth singing & fly … Continue reading →

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Poem for my sister (for Laurie)

Posted on April 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

my sister died on a Tuesday morning the telephone an inconvenient interruption until my mother’s voice 7 states away repeated itself what is she saying about my sister we planned to grow old together still arguing & playing scrabble someone … Continue reading →

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The Land of the White Man

Posted on April 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

in the land of the white man desert sun twists our vision in heat-driven delirium to see only ourselves those unlike us have papers in their pockets ready to prove they have the right to sweep our sacred streets while … Continue reading →

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the f-word (in context)

Posted on April 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

The boy stood behind the podium & said fuck he giggled as it flew past his lips an unruly bird escaping into listening air such an artist to toss that word casually like a child jumping rope skipping easily over raw … Continue reading →

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