Words From a Hat: Gender-bending (Dada random scramble)

Posted on June 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

some lived men
culturally
of displays and sequins

1970’s the preening
as most nature
their proudly effort who thanks Stardust

it experience their todays
with like badge shoes
latest species stuff makeup

glam dabbled power
that grooming to Ziggy the peacocks

and bearing with meticulous strutting
rich or metrosexual still
icons colors displaying
in mate spandex,

charged in embrace a flamboyant
boyfriend femininity

no season with simply
their girlie  more boyfriend
women alike comfortable oversized
masculine,  have regularly
men’s the boyfriend
threat to shirt, jacket,
little new girls must borrow
and side, the fashion tailored
tomboy’s boyfriend
and seem is every flip jeans on

I took this text from:  http://www.colormagazineusa.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=544 What a fun exercise this was.

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Laughing until I cry…

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This is hysterical!

http://www.theonion.com/articles/if-you-wish-to-be-a-writer-have-sex-with-someone-w,32687/

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Zoar II

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Is there anything simple
about this water,
veiling the canyon face
to softness?

There is a reason
this old-growth forest
stands, uncut,
though we deceive ourselves
with gentle currents
sliding to rapids
and shifting depths
without warning.

Here, night happens hours
before sunset, the dark
sudden as cliffs
masked by treelines
showing themselves only
when stepped beyond.

There is no line
drawn in the dirt for feet to cross over.
It is all a dare, and home
is farther than you think.

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Hanging Weight

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

You are hungry
for more than meat
though your eyes weigh
how well I will feed you.

When I am bones in your pot
will you finally be satisfied?

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Zoar

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This June morning
I can still see my breath.
I drive 40 miles to the place
the road curves to accommodate
one slender waterfall:
to count the spots on two fawns;
to witness a hen pheasant
whose chicks accordion behind her
in a cameraless pose.

I don’t tell them
I didn’t come for them.
They know.  We all thirst
for the fall combed over the sides
of a stone bowl that cups wildness,
root-brewed and gravel-dripped sweet;
them to drink
and I to braid its thinness
through my fingers
before it shifts back

to simple water.

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melissa

Posted on June 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

 

Bruised leaves beneath soles
green this morning lemon-brushed
on the edges:

a plant named for
the mother of bees
should sting the tongue
similar to sorrel,
and does not:

but be careful in foraging:
the difference in scent
between chervil and hemlock
blurs between parsley and parsnip

some poisons are palatable, sweeten
the difference between dream and dying
slender as the space
between heartbeats.

 

***Not calling lemon balm (Melissa officinalis) poison, though it can be a mild sedative.  This came out of a conversation with Ray Max.  Reminded me of a few other dicey herbal choices some people have made, and not deliberately, like our teacher Socrates.

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Unwomen

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We are pretty plastic, poured and molded
To the same shape.  Push us out of cardboard,
Precut, with slits for paper dress tabs, a uniform
Chain of girls, patterned, pressed, and folded,
Always holding hands.  We know our place
And stay there, the way put things do,
Silent and interchangeable.  Broken,
Our bodies clog landfills where we’ll never rot
While the pink fades from tight-drawn smiles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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