Tag Archives: loss

Keriah

Posted on May 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to dilute under sun. You should have died in November. I could count you in raw clouds, reflected in reds rotting to brown. I could paint all color … Continue reading →

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what’s left

Posted on May 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There is an equation for this: an imbalance of temperature added to wind shear equalling an F5 swath of correction one mile wide.  For us, it’s personal, raising brick of what used to be a city to find some(one) any(thing) … Continue reading →

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memory

Posted on May 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

  We all have shadows, person-shaped thrown against our hearts sometimes, mine dance.    

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washing what’s dead

Posted on April 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for mothers Mothers are beginnings, certain as life is movement, that first felt spin in the pit of the pelvis more directed than bowel gas, a twist with purpose to it; an introduction more real than EPT, sore breasts, or missed periods. We … Continue reading →

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anniversaries

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some days we celebrate meetings, marrying, birthing but others days without gifts, cakes, and kisses resonate loss we call healed that still stirs, deep and quiet under the sternum, waking for a moment when eyes meet the calendar and we pause, … Continue reading →

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Never taken (economics of loss)

Posted on December 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

lives can be stolen, sure & early but no one loved is ever taken from us, really when flesh is gone we carry them, daily in our pockets & they are never spent memory is the only currency I value– … Continue reading →

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thread

Posted on December 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

nothing is sacred anymore except the most feelings & those are caught between the teeth of the beasts we feed tears & dragged, unspooling what is our fine in threads a spiderwebbed trail over & through every(one)thing

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