Tag Archives: memory

phantoms

Posted on December 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i can’t listen to Andrew Lloyd Weber without remembering her passion for that dark music she played over & over on vinyl until like those ripples on the soundtrack the needle smoothed over, a stone skipped across dark water in … Continue reading →

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thanksgiving, 2012

Posted on November 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i would rather embody grace than say it, hands folded neatly over these plates, shining my grandmother’s pattern & i remember her hands stroking napkins to smoothness on this table, teaching me the placement of plates & which forks to … Continue reading →

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veterans park, 1984

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

1984 was the year we wore yellow eyeshadow & found punk, hummed along to disgust muttered tuneless by skeletal men we called artists who exhaled heroin bitterness instead of lyrics & rasped desperation that set our teeth on edge it was … Continue reading →

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squares (memorials)

Posted on September 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I. I came back to Buffalo a month after she died, my skin unused to winter & surprised at the sight of my breath freezing to mist no one else would touch her things, so the second day I sifted through … Continue reading →

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why the ocean has an intimacy to it

Posted on July 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we know water and salt breathed weightless within turns & tidal rushes jealous of mermaids we long for what was laid down in blood memory that never knew words dream of flight as a casual push off of feet before we … Continue reading →

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shuttles

Posted on July 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we loop from present to past in the measured rainbow filaments memory spins; intricate and exquisite patterns unnoticed when first laid down, lost as they are in the immediate work of shuttle, tread, and weave into fabric even flawed, the beauty is in the looking … Continue reading →

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a memory

Posted on July 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

that boy, who should stay 17 the one I never dated but first learned to slow-dance with at a Christmas party to a song I have forgotten, but still remember how, even in height with my shoes kicked off his … Continue reading →

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