Tag Archives: Apocalypse

the apocalypse that wasn’t

Posted on August 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

12/21/13: so winter begins this thin-sunned solstice birthing another season, the furthest in our tilt from the sun and no world ended today at least not visibly or commented on but perhaps it is time to begin another where we do … Continue reading →

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another apocalypse poem (balloons)

Posted on December 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I am letting time slip uncharted, minnows too small for this net to catch, but still nibbling my fingertips and gone disinterested in bait and the missed minutes fizzing and foaming up like bubbles in champagne add up to one more day … Continue reading →

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Apocalypse poem #12-acorns

Posted on December 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you can’t second guess when that apocalyptic clock is set to shrill all of us out of sleep it might be winding down but the ticking is too soft & not for our ears & so many have been wrong … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #11–signs of the times

Posted on December 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are hints– things to watch for listed in scripture war & whispers of it, temples to build you can read them in old & new testaments but I say decipher the earth & cast sticks like runes listen to … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #10–umarked

Posted on December 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

when I was in fifth grade at the Baptist school our teacher passed out what looked like newspapers describing people simply vanishing in the middle of work cooking dinner shoe shopping & for a moment I felt certainly damned having … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #8: Mine & yours

Posted on December 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I am tired of apocalypse & just want to hold us tight until it’s not my mine or your yours anymore but just another sort of ending

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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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