Tag Archives: dverse

The Gorgon

Posted on April 13, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Chthonic beauty is less blessing and more curse. She was soft skinned before diamond scales flashed, before blood turned acid and hair streamed to a venomous, hissing river. Before she was gorgon and eye contact curdled skin to stone; that simple flesh that would have … Continue reading →

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worrying (bone soup)

Posted on April 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If this love is all that’s left, let me gnaw it let me scrape all taste from its bones, if bones it is, and crack them for marrow. I am less committed than hungry, bone sucking. Sucking bone, (more) hungry … Continue reading →

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I overdosed on miracle berries

Posted on April 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

you were honey strong enough to melt my smile– shame that our joy was temporary rising from a distorted sense of being

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the color of water

Posted on March 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

My eyes express the color of water, Borrowed from sky and surface light, masking What is simple and set to a shifting Dance of shade, nothing fixed, but much broader Than any definition that’s offered. Truth changes, though I won’t call … Continue reading →

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snowflake

Posted on March 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

dust has no words in a quiet art of freezing particulate core of a molecular heart spinning six arms in predetermined space an arrangement dictated through surface tension until layered water sends the spin downwards in spiraled weight the drift of feathers through … Continue reading →

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random generated insanity

Posted on March 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Everyone’s bipolar, he says, preaching paradox and reductio ad absurdum easy, as if insanity is imperative, unremarkable as brown eyes or blond hair, and we, drying tears from our vision crave the pain dosed away with prescription pills plump with  placebo crap. … Continue reading →

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w(Hol)l(y) or broken

Posted on February 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Who among us takes that name in vain when none know it’s diction, the sound of all sounds shaped before any lips were made to sing such fullness. If I heard even one syllable of that name, my mouth could not … Continue reading →

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