Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Posted on February 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

sliver of shimmer the moon starts her twilight drift oarless into night

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Clay (final)

Posted on February 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for T   If  I could, I would make this A measurable thing; I would breathe into it My spirit, animate this vessel While it is unwedged potential Balanced in my palms, Before that slap and press So similar to … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Reflections:
By Noel Ihebuzor   Naming is dangerous, cheap prejudice and hate, foul the skies with clammy paws and febrile strokes spraying lurid ugliness on the frames of non-consenting city walls, obscene images and messages, spewing and…

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Clay (take 2)

Posted on February 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for T If  I could, I would make this A measurable thing; I would breathe into it My spirit, animate this vessel While it is unwedged potential Balanced in my palms, Before that slap and press So similar to a … Continue reading →

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Nkemkama

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

purpleeyed lemur long-limbing it up curtains instead of vines, she slides sinuous into cat-shaped corners. Nkemkama means “mine is the best” in Igbo.

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Cultural Graffiti

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This is an old, old poem I am revising, as I believe it still has relevance today.  This does have ***FOUL LANGUAGE***  in it (I use a word in here I have never said–ever, and I don’t read this one … Continue reading →

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anniversaries

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some days we celebrate meetings, marrying, birthing but others days without gifts, cakes, and kisses resonate loss we call healed that still stirs, deep and quiet under the sternum, waking for a moment when eyes meet the calendar and we pause, … Continue reading →

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