Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Posted on February 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Waiting for the Karma Truck:
This is one of the few pictures we have of my mom and her family before the war.  She was an adorable little girl who grew into a beautiful and haunted woman.…

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It is dangerous to love a poet

Posted on January 31, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is dangerous to love a poet who blows emotion into rainbow animals; orange giraffes, pink dogs, purple monkeys– her balloon bestiary handed off to anyone who stops to admire her skill and their lightness. That some are shaped to your … Continue reading →

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Mali(the price of jihad)

Posted on January 30, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Mali slides through speakers a desert snake tonguing my ears, that word close to what I named a doll once, chasing memory the second I hear the country on the radio while I read of Konna where burned-out tanks and … Continue reading →

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The light menu (for Terry)

Posted on January 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We wield  full abdomens risen like yeast dough proofed and ready for baking in parodies of pregnancy, but we don’t deliver anything live from these, supersized past plus. Filling up on the light menu still means feeding past sate to bloat on the … Continue reading →

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temporary things

Posted on January 27, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

a snow angel is not snow but its absence a depression shadowed and haloless never reaching heaven except through water cycling after a thaw but her shape holds winter   **inspired by Prairie Home Companion yesterday.

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A Systematic Derangement (prepositioning faith)

Posted on January 27, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Above all overarching heavens and gods across borders of mind, after all is spoken against each tyranny along fences amid flocking birds, among dancing stars around the apex of morning before anyone leaps in front of that train of thought, under all dreaming, there is … Continue reading →

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Mali (lesson via radio and NY Times)

Posted on January 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Mali slides through my speakers like a desert snake tonguing my ears, that word close to what I named a doll once, and another name: Malia–the name my mother wanted to call me but didn’t for reasons in 1966 that … Continue reading →

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