Tag Archives: humor

this ain’t art it’s digital mindporn

Posted on October 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

if you read this and call me brilliant for that nanosecond I stopped writing paperclips metaphorically and became instead disposable lightly curved steel useful only in my holding together the curled sum of so many pages you have forgotten (this … Continue reading →

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skank/goddess (not a nice girl)

Posted on December 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is raw woman, unfiltered like her Pall Malls and not quite housebroken sharpening her acrylics on the good furniture the kind you don’t give your address because you just know she’d drive across a continent without restroom breaks shouting … Continue reading →

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OK, I love my internet search results, but really?

Posted on November 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I believe the answer is they GROW them.  Hope you liked my Christmas tree farm poem, but I am not sure you (whoever you are) were  intelligent enough to read.

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to the gods of spam

Posted on October 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is no canned mystery meat– who ever saw a field dotted with grazing spam or fed a flock of spam or saw spam fly south for the winter– so anything cut from a mythical animal is a gift from … Continue reading →

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what’s funny

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she says her life’s a sitcom & she’s lost the laugh-track, as if we have one unspooling & canned between our ears because sometimes we need it to tell us when the cartwheel down stairs in perfect circles the split pants & the … Continue reading →

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side effects

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the package tells me after the fact (because that’s when i decided to read it) not to swallow these particular purple pills with wine & then finish the glass. consider my cough suppressed, but thought fizzes into my mind like … Continue reading →

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why i stop at two

Posted on September 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i learned once (or twice) judgment can be rolled into a ball & slipped into a back pocket ignored for the time being & for me teeters on a balance between that third glass of wine & the fourth before … Continue reading →

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