Tag Archives: family

My dead (recast, for Jeffrey)

Posted on October 15, 2020 by Susan L Daniels

My poem, My Dead, needs another stanza. So, baby brother, you are now a new, very sharp stone in my pocket too. Thanks for walking with me. I call them my dead,not that they don’t stillbelong to themselvesor to the … Continue reading →

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End of March, beginning of April

Posted on April 3, 2019 by Susan L Daniels

I am a hunter of fiddleheads and spruce tips for a spring salad in this time of snow still melting on the north side of the hill and leaves not yet raked up at the edges of my lawn this … Continue reading →

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More on orange lilies

Posted on March 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Those flowers looping my great-grandfather’s headstone were the tigerest of lilies, outrageous tongues licking the hellfire fade of his name from granite, harder than he was when his mother begged him to drop his King James in deathbed drama, and he wouldn’t. … Continue reading →

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thanksgiving, 2012

Posted on November 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i would rather embody grace than say it, hands folded neatly over these plates, shining my grandmother’s pattern & i remember her hands stroking napkins to smoothness on this table, teaching me the placement of plates & which forks to … Continue reading →

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Cutting teeth on prophecy (keeping the Sabbath)

Posted on July 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Every Sunday after church Ezekiel’s wheels spun and dazzled on the kitchen ceiling over their heads painted there by their words– I saw them there; those, and angels with wings covering jewel-toned eyes chanting “Holy, Holy, Holy,” and they did … Continue reading →

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a letter from my father

Posted on June 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this one, from Asia, 1963 he writes to her locations blackened out by censors but they left enough of his yearning to lie next to her his hand covering her newly-swollen belly feeling for that first small kick no one … Continue reading →

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how is this supposed to work again?

Posted on May 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

after my mother’s hurricane rage would rip the roof from our walls my father would climb his ladder & quietly nail everything back together

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