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Category Archives: New Free Verse
too tired to name it
Defeated, broken sagged set to the shoulders I can list 100 modifiers for and never really catch what it means to walk into a lit kitchen, hours late and past the point of any be(lie)vable excuse, though you spun lots of … Continue reading
Originally posted on Rule of Stupid:
Conflict comes because two people are searching for the truth and think they have contradictory information. War comes because someone wants another person to agree with them regardless of the truth. Eventually it was…
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roses (metrical experiment)
I believe bloom and know of red I have explored the sting of thorns but there is more to being rose than what is seen and what I know what those roots taste as they drink earth in another kind … Continue reading
Refrigerator Poems
I’ve drawn people in scribbles and had them taped up on my mother’s refrigerator and maybe I am a decent kitchen poet, a step or two above hallmark but stop telling me you love my good enough– that this is … Continue reading
yellow/black
Under the hard light of January everything is ugly; shoes my daughter’s toes will poke through and slave-made poisoned toys my son wants winking through excess packaging, things built to break and none of it fixable, all of it hungry … Continue reading
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In your not-speaking that shout twists in your throat. Speak the snake before you choke on it. I am willing to sacrifice silence for eventual peace.
Susan Daniels Poetry 