Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Not dead yet

Posted on March 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

They called it dead, then asked if God was too. Maybe it is, with wakes in Lit class, where language cut is exsanguinated.  But where what’s bled dries to chalk dust, sometimes a wing shudders almost to flight. We need … Continue reading →

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lake effect

Posted on March 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

snow on the equinox is silent, still, mulish; not the last grasp of winter in ditches and the shaded side of trees– this is cool rebellion written in Christmas-card perfect flakes slow and soft in their spiral, pale feathers lining … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 18, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
I don’t have to tell you that Steubenville is all over the news. I don’t have to tell you that it’s a fucking joke that Trent Mays and Ma’lik Richmond, the two teenagers convicted…

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At Another Time

Posted on March 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If we came back as cetaceans, I could hear our rhythm cycle from your throat, threads of song spun pure under water, independent of breath made only for me, and it would float in focused waves to my ears.  Soft, my answer would ripple … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Important. Long, but necessary.

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Posted on March 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Bart Wolffe:
A TEMPORARY DISTRACTION Just to the left where the wind is leaning On the lines of a looming tree’s barren boughs Murmurs the pigeon, my solace and companion, Greeting me again today as yesterday From…

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More on orange lilies

Posted on March 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Those flowers looping my great-grandfather’s headstone were the tigerest of lilies, outrageous tongues licking the hellfire fade of his name from granite, harder than he was when his mother begged him to drop his King James in deathbed drama, and he wouldn’t. … Continue reading →

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