Tag Archives: motherhood

other mothers

Posted on April 18, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Other mothers might not drive their sons to school in striped sleep pants– patterned neon tiger legs far from camouflage unfit for stalking; smoking, snarling and showing teeth to the radio, muttering poetry while those other mothers speak tongues in church, … Continue reading →

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Maternity

Posted on January 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

So much we call memory is us rewriting ourselves as the center of a story, when perhaps we were peripheral to something bigger unfolding just beneath our own skins, and unknown. In this story I am both central and peripheral: … Continue reading →

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the girl who said she broke her imagination

Posted on December 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

children speak poetry before they know words for it, like the time my daughter said she was running bumped her head and broke her imagination I kissed the bones keeping that magic where her curls are tightest and told her no … Continue reading →

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the dance

Posted on December 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

lipsticked she slow-danced tonight with two boys & I remember that magic on the edge of 13 when something in the center of the chest buds & begins to open she asked me tonight if I still like dancing or … Continue reading →

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the rainbow girl

Posted on May 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she is named for the breath of God that animated Adam but she is more than breath she is breath within a body her beauty a fusion of 3 continents: African eyes, Native American cheekbones, European lips wrapped in skin … Continue reading →

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XX

Posted on May 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

XX:  No, not the rating for porn flicks, or a row of kisses on a love letter– the chromosome that divides us as a species into 2 rough halves. I don’t want to say female, I don’t want to say woman, … Continue reading →

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #5): Symmetry

Posted on April 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

when my daughter was new she had hair to her shoulders. I was afraid to wash it– everything about her so small, so breakable & my mother would come over after work to wash her hair. Later, I did the … Continue reading →

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