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Mali (lesson via radio and NY Times)

Posted on January 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Mali slides through my speakers like a desert snake tonguing my ears, that word close to what I named a doll once, and another name: Malia–the name my mother wanted to call me but didn’t for reasons in 1966 that … Continue reading →

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Maternity

Posted on January 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

So much we call memory is us rewriting ourselves as the center of a story, when perhaps we were peripheral to something bigger unfolding just beneath our own skins, and unknown. In this story I am both central and peripheral: … Continue reading →

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Kintsugi

Posted on January 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The bowl we wheeled, fired, and glazed when broken, became the metaphor for us; a shining heaviness on my lap, unfit for water or fruit fusing again, what rejoins is no longer flawed, but deeper; our story, refired to epic … Continue reading →

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windows

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I’m no window but I do allow light to pass through this glassed body a shining target for stones to ping spiderwebs splintering the surface but only to almost broken clinging to whole letting cold in where the heart pulses … Continue reading →

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phantoms

Posted on December 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i can’t listen to Andrew Lloyd Weber without remembering her passion for that dark music she played over & over on vinyl until like those ripples on the soundtrack the needle smoothed over, a stone skipped across dark water in … Continue reading →

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