Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Red shawl dance

Posted on March 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Stand up when they dance in jingle dresses for healing red shawls brush earth to remember blood bright as red ocher our sisters gave back hold hands and stand for women who laid down but got up again and the ones … Continue reading →

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in times of crows and ice, we dream spring

Posted on March 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

in this time of crows and snow I write of ice flowers mimicking daisies and you dream daffodils stir under snow, but earth keeps her own time despite our yearn towards a sunward tilt and longer days we crave that break into blossom; the … Continue reading →

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Little Girls: Veal

Posted on March 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

No sweeter meat was ever marketed, wrapped tight and packaged, shiny for delivery; use by dates coded in biological clocks ticking DNA chose your cut carefully because what is soft what breaks in us shifts to sinew, muscles with time and can choke … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

WOMEN (and men who love them)!!!! Let’s share our words.

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For Marek, After Bypass

Posted on March 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This should be a bouquet arranged and fragrant for your hospital room, saying something simple but true, like get well soon, or best wishes for a speedy recovery, and those will come later when we sit in your room and listen to tired … Continue reading →

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This is what we do every day, people.

Posted on February 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Love this group of musicians who collaborate globally.  

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Renegades

Posted on February 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Art is not owned by nations, And can never be Soviet enough, Uzbek enough Though the artists Might be chained to times Or movements The images, painted Breathe, stretch oiled wings And own themselves Before flight. ***Fragment of something larger, inspired … Continue reading →

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