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Category Archives: New Free Verse
that us that never was (for RGH)
in your 30-year conspiracy of manners he kissed your cheek in the mornings and ignored your tears at dinner, your life neatly arranged in boxes. you should have been catalyst enough to meet outside the script you both crafted where … Continue reading
before words i shaped worlds
before words i shaped worlds behind my eyelids framing stories before i knew there were tellers there was an epic of ants and whispered songs of hummingbirds to butterflies that needed translating along with the cackling slapstick of chickens bickering in their … Continue reading
in case the world goes pop (for a new friend)
ask me again what i think of you in a year i said forgetting the mayan calendar and its end in two months or thereabouts in the instance that the world explodes like a cherry bomb while the ash and dust … Continue reading
Song of a Child Bride – a duet
by Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor I am a girl. Eleven years ago I came too early for you, but I was yours as nothing else was, and I grew under love brighter than the sun. I am … Continue reading
Posted in child bride, duet, Duets with Noel Ihebuzor, New Free Verse
Tagged international day of the girl child, poetry
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apple picking the first week of october is tradition
apple picking the first week of october is tradition, that hard cider scent warmed by sun just enough to lure bees to buzz drunk above orchard grass. we pick buckets full of mcintosh, still hard on the tree, but blushing to … Continue reading
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Haiku Heights: Home
after flight your arms nest me safely home
Susan Daniels Poetry 