Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Vessels

Posted on May 25, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Stravinsky said there was no tradition behind his rite, that he simply wrote what he heard, the vessel through which the sacre passed, and this is ritual without rote, a rise of all things rooted in dirt.  There is nothing … Continue reading →

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Keriah

Posted on May 24, 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. I could count you in raw clouds, reflected in reds rotting to brown. I could paint all color … Continue reading →

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Posted on May 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

sometimes sky is less window to stars or blue we breathe and more mouth

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what’s left

Posted on May 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There is an equation for this: an imbalance of temperature added to wind shear equalling an F5 swath of correction one mile wide.  For us, it’s personal, raising brick of what used to be a city to find some(one) any(thing) … Continue reading →

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refraction

Posted on May 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

today overlaps dual-exposed on the retinae stretches all buses to double-deckers and cupcakes rise in ghost wedding cake layers my eyes are dreaming though the body walks awake ***Who knew a pharmacologic side effect could inspire poetry?

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weird sounds: the bellgoat

Posted on May 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on eulonia country:
bellgoat comes from over the mountain. a bellgoat is your neighbor growing out her hair. bellgoat knows the anatomy by heart of every dream in which you will end up running after somethingyou can’t see.…

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velliety into volition

Posted on May 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Paul (from somewhere in Romans):  For I do not do what I want, but do the very thing I hate.   If only I were a better mother a kinder daughter a truer lover, less a liar sighed into air and forgotten; inclination … Continue reading →

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