Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Things my brother taught me

Posted on October 5, 2020 by Susan L Daniels

Not all toys are mine. Don’t wear your glasses when playing Batman vs Catwoman. Always say I love you. Don’t sing over the radio if you don’t know the words. Hug each other like you mean it. Always do that. … Continue reading →

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I don’t see color

Posted on June 10, 2020 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t see color they say but I do, we are no stewpot where everything simmers to a bland monotone as if a melting pot is a goal not an impossibility– for every us there is a them I don’t … Continue reading →

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Full strawberry moon

Posted on June 6, 2020 by Susan L Daniels

A day named this on my calender ought to be heady, sweet round with the promise of summer & growing things Not this bitter harvest of a seed pressed deep in new world dirt 500 years ago but we must … Continue reading →

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If this is what is possible

Posted on April 6, 2019 by Susan L Daniels

This greening at the tips This crocus open, irislike And unexpected   I’ll welcome it

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I Read Job to Be Reminded

Posted on April 5, 2019 by Susan L Daniels

It is not God I should accuse but us: We were not there when You laid the foundation when You set the cornerstone. We are flawed with our cracked clay feet, unfit for keeping. Fallen. I read Job to understand awe: We … Continue reading →

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the crust

Posted on April 4, 2019 by Susan L Daniels

I make bread not the way mom and grandma did, kneading until knuckles were clean of flour but with my Kitchenaid with a dough hook funny how that smell of bread, still warm cut open spread with butter and honey … Continue reading →

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End of March, beginning of April

Posted on April 3, 2019 by Susan L Daniels

I am a hunter of fiddleheads and spruce tips for a spring salad in this time of snow still melting on the north side of the hill and leaves not yet raked up at the edges of my lawn this … Continue reading →

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