Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

it is indian summer & I have diem to carpe

Posted on October 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

it is indian summer & I have diem to carpe– the sky has never been this specific blue & oh I want to choose these moments from fall for best ripeness, red & rounding full into my hands, bitten into like new apples, … Continue reading →

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Posted on October 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

This is… Gorgeously resonant.

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Found poetry (from my list of search terms)

Posted on October 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

1. white butterflies poem feeling physics kryptonite. the superman metonym an acrostic for graphite poetry on surface tension of water water cycle poet  poem over growth bases of matter monsanto poetry the new columbuses math cats/fiber poetry asthenosphere mining for gold poems milky … Continue reading →

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temporary things

Posted on October 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Apollos, we made our visits there are maps made of the moon & no goddesses to draw down can anything surprise her now, after clouds caul her new face imitations of second sight meaningless to stone that has orbited everything once … Continue reading →

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(in)sanity

Posted on October 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we live a question, punctuated by madness curving into an ease of marks, ideas of reference the .  that stops a murder of crows, so they drop (stunned) where hanging flights of ideas flock & fly south, in loose associations migrating & leave me … Continue reading →

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a wall of Dali clocks

Posted on October 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

where we lose count time does not slide to  drape careless as yesterday’s coat over the back of a chair or hang on a hook that process of unbecoming is a measured but uncountable thing in a landscape where colors run … Continue reading →

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bound

Posted on October 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i don’t mind a tease of tied wrists/ankles stilled in silk or twined cotton rope i am ripe for it & blind me too so I don’t know where mouth or fingers will raise feeling next the tender curve beneath breasts … Continue reading →

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