Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Some Other Jesus

Posted on May 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The Jesus I know fed 10,000 hungry, touched lepers, blessed tax collectors and turned tables in the temple upside-down, because they were heavy with coins. The Jesus I know let a woman sit at his feet and learn, instead of … Continue reading →

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proportionality

Posted on May 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There’s a right ratio for happiness, tabulated in a series of checkboxes, plus/minus a tally of smiles. My recipe is less complex: a meeting of heat and sweet, cider vinegar and salt that dances chipotle jelly across the palate in a … Continue reading →

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the antonym of corn

Posted on May 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Corn bread’s in the oven and yes I ground the seed myself, absent of nuance because what’s mundane feeds and if this is my mask, it was not made but found; ring-bound features freed by flint, the way my kin … Continue reading →

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Alchemy

Posted on May 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Takes this guy a while to finish a poem, but what a result…

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some days

Posted on May 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some days the hours I spend asleep wait for me to catch up, sunlight tapping impatience against the bedroom window as I spin a long list of to do’s that won’t happen. Some mornings need clamors around my knees, tripping if I don’t … Continue reading →

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Day 30 self-cento

Posted on April 30, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Worth skimming, but I do not fear drowning. and roller coasters. it takes millennia to make anything worked deep into spring soil the way bears know it, so they are smarter than us, than any made rose broken on pavement (even if … Continue reading →

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intentional weeds

Posted on April 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

edible yellow interweaving clover small suns tangle in forget-me-nots stain feet dark brown as cinquefoil grabs ankles and there, wild thyme low-slung oregano scents  mornings after mowing who wants a day smelling only of orchard grass no matter how sweet that … Continue reading →

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