Tag Archives: love

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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Kitchen magic

Posted on May 7, 2016 by Susan L Daniels

Today we learn a cure for homesickness we jar like honey and a dessert to sweeten loneliness a bitter zest only palatable after rounded by time I will shape a magic of butter and flour under my hands and whispering simply … Continue reading →

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Love Poem

Posted on April 4, 2015 by Susan L Daniels

For Eulonia If I were a ladybug I would marry you in your constant opening to air; my 12 footprints tracking pollen across our moss bed, these antenna 2 quills shaped to scribe your sweet with nectar ink. I would across kingdoms shout a … Continue reading →

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spelling

Posted on December 27, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

When I first loved you, maybe I wrote your name on a piece of paper and floated it in honey, or maybe I chanted it at midnight, on a night cold as this one, where speech is visible as breath, … Continue reading →

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a convenient attack of sometimes

Posted on December 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

They want to meter sunlight in a convenient attack of sometimes where truth is less than the sum of its spin and I am less in love with language in favor of words: bone, cup, water; a simple speech of … Continue reading →

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For what dies before it’s born

Posted on November 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for all of us My country is cold, with knifed mountains that tear the old lace of saudade, that word born where the Mediterranean kisses the southern coast of Europe; as far from where I stand as you are.  These feelings … Continue reading →

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