Tag Archives: just for fun

Dear Ex-Boyfriend

Posted on April 2, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

I brought you  me, translated but you don’t like poetry, words arranged in bouquets. You prefer the subtlety of phloem reject the dizzy of breathing the bloom

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what it isn’t

Posted on May 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Before you envision an us, before you stroke emotions further in a masturbation without release, a frictioned fictioned state of caging behind bars you gilt edge and name unrequited, I should tell you loves-me/loves-me-not outcomes are fixed before beginning: petals plucked honestly come … Continue reading →

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proportionality

Posted on May 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There’s a right ratio for happiness, tabulated in a series of checkboxes, plus/minus a tally of smiles. My recipe is less complex: a meeting of heat and sweet, cider vinegar and salt that dances chipotle jelly across the palate in a … Continue reading →

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word salad

Posted on April 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some associations clang. I want to toss a word salad out the windows of widows– their eyes surprised by drift and shift of ships carrying no-one home but hope, no meaning to be found– just round sound unbound from syntax, a sin … Continue reading →

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Someplace imaginary

Posted on April 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I can pretend innocence, say the me he dreams is all him, but when he says somewhere imagined he is mine completely, and there, together we will be gods catching moonlight in buckets poured into pools to swim in, he has … Continue reading →

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four words to break winter

Posted on March 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

These trees greet Spring skeletal and  plural, branches barred in a twill weave, just green at the budding tips as the roots release sap that coalesces to sugar feeding the season or boiled down in kitchens to its dark promise, staining … Continue reading →

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the lost commandment (and a nod to TS)

Posted on March 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Damn Israelites and their habit of melting jewelry into idols in the valley, while over their heads a voice that burned bushes, hardened hearts and spat frogs escalated to a shout shaking mountains: too close to the real, it was easier to kneel to a made … Continue reading →

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