Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

how to make an African blush

Posted on December 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

for Celestine, Noel, Boomie & Obinna it begins as brightness under skin a blossoming of heat visible in the earlobes & softening just a little the corners of the eyes so they crinkle into almost smiles all of you tell me it … Continue reading →

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the dance

Posted on December 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

lipsticked she slow-danced tonight with two boys & I remember that magic on the edge of 13 when something in the center of the chest buds & begins to open she asked me tonight if I still like dancing or … Continue reading →

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Haiku Heights: Pain

Posted on December 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

something so well formed should never shatter to shards– glass that cuts my palms

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apocalypse poem #7–terminus

Posted on December 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are a million small deaths waiting– one for each of us predicted, certain each end as real as every beginning if this world does fall further past gravity’s tumble we do not need to reach ashes before our rise & … Continue reading →

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Posted on December 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Rule of Stupid:
My previous post generated some comments between myself and Susan – which after some editing became this! So. If you fancy it, I offer a challenge. From your own blog (or another), can you…

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Thoughts on time (a duet)

Posted on December 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

By Noel A. Ihebuzor and Susan L. Daniels the sound of time being kept but never held compare this to the heart beating, ticking bleeping, never sleeping yet not keeping time just hugging and holding scents and traces from its … Continue reading →

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the tank drummer

Posted on December 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Guitarists strum chords on guitars & singers sing.  A pianist floats fingered scales on her keyboard, but what will we call this soldier coaxing steel drum tones from a tank? Guitarists strum chords on guitars but this man is a … Continue reading →

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