Tag Archives: memory

Used to it

Posted on February 21, 2021 by Susan L Daniels

I didn’t get over losing you easy, Your name still a whisper under my tongue. I woke up today counting the years of it On my fingers: 26 without you. This year is different. Now, I am the last of … Continue reading →

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the crust

Posted on April 4, 2019 by Susan L Daniels

I make bread not the way mom and grandma did, kneading until knuckles were clean of flour but with my Kitchenaid with a dough hook funny how that smell of bread, still warm cut open spread with butter and honey … Continue reading →

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silver (anniversary)

Posted on June 18, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

You have become less you and more an if only. You are bigger than the reason I hate Februarys. You are more than a sound. you are larger, but lighter than the sum of your bones and the shape of … Continue reading →

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letter to an old lover

Posted on August 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t remember the color of the walls in the room where we first spoke, but I do know the color of the glove I left in your car so I would see you again– dangerously red and obvious, dark … 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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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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visiting Lois

Posted on December 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

faces are not faces any more but parts of the room to her–a roomscape with no sun ever setting & the days uncharted by anything but the brightness of this fluorescent & linoleum reality of a waiting room overlooking a … Continue reading →

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