Tag Archives: moon

blue moon (55)

Posted on August 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This blue moon, just one more made miracle, as if the moon itself isn’t a gift; midsky, bright the full fatness we walk under tells the end; no harvest reaped but bones. There must be indian names for this: Ash moon, bitter moon, full … Continue reading →

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lune(acy): A Collom lune chain

Posted on April 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If I say peepers chime new constellations,  danced along the treeline, instead of simply sighing because  beauty breaks sweet these spring nights, blame the moon for this clarity, my blood spun into sound that only perigee can make sing.

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stones, bones, and perigee

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

moonset near perigee pulls my blood into a fall east and I want to worship it spin unhinged the way a dervish does or maybe strut a more choreographed joy like a bollywood dancer raising one eyebrow flirted in time to … Continue reading →

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endo(exo)symbiosis

Posted on April 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Accidental encounters make tides possible, or breath.  The moon circles, a controlled, daily near miss pulling tides and weather; orbited evidence of primordial chaining similar to the random engulfment that addicts us to oxygen; our 36 possible mothers rising from one … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

sliver of shimmer the moon starts her twilight drift oarless into night

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perspectives

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

just before sunset a woman walking her dog tells me she was admiring my roses, mostly over but red in that final frantic blooming past the first hard freeze i nod agreement, smile i don’t tell her those are not my roses. … Continue reading →

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temporary things

Posted on October 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Apollos, we made our visits there are maps made of the moon & no goddesses to draw down can anything surprise her now, after clouds caul her new face imitations of second sight meaningless to stone that has orbited everything once … Continue reading →

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