Tag Archives: death

unbulletproof

Posted on June 8, 2022 by Susan L Daniels

I am without words which are weapons & wrap me like arms without rocking & rest heavy against my chest the way a bulletproof vest would if I had one if we all had one I wouldn’t be writing about … Continue reading →

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today, when the crocuses open

Posted on May 10, 2018 by Susan L Daniels

today, when the crocuses open so yellow, so birthdayish and so late that I have both together this once and in May is remarkable I will thread them with forget me nots and smile for the sake of all your … Continue reading →

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Not even worthy of a title

Posted on February 15, 2018 by Susan L Daniels

How does this poem differ from thoughts and prayers sent to people full of thoughts and prayers so full when their mouths open words pour out floral and lacy as funeral cards but minus the cash. How does this poem … Continue reading →

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today daylight

Posted on December 21, 2016 by Susan L Daniels

today daylight increments smaller than hope (that bitch knows we have ahead of us a season of ice short days blue shadows angled light but I’ll gladly add the seconds to an appreciable difference) time is like that a change … Continue reading →

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For Jimmie

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Susan L Daniels

When a poet dies the land is not poorer because it holds bones loosely that once sang the resonance of stone and understood what leaves whispered When a poet dies the air echoes her mouth shaping sound that kiss of breath in her voice … Continue reading →

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(a)Wake

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

He was with me in the sunlight pressing blocks into carpet, heat kissing the tips of his black shoes shiny while I played the shoelace game with my small fingers always unraveling his knots– and then he wasn’t there, but … Continue reading →

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Small stone 1/14

Posted on January 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The finch is quiet, though still wings remember heat– arcs of flight fading

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