Tag Archives: mourning

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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How the light gets in

Posted on November 12, 2016 by Susan L Daniels

for LC I was going to list your loss as the topper to a very bad week– first America and now you but your words listened to with eyes closed say you would have waited for this eager, open to … Continue reading →

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For Jimmie

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Susan L Daniels

When a poet dies the land is not poorer because it holds bones loosely that once sang the resonance of stone and understood what leaves whispered When a poet dies the air echoes her mouth shaping sound that kiss of breath in her voice … Continue reading →

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Posted on May 9, 2015 by Susan L Daniels

I should be baking cake or inflating black balloons or making dinner plans but there’s nothing to celebrate that’s live so I’ll give you this moment of my should be doings instead of this intolerable is.

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mourning (for Joan)

Posted on August 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

that feeling does not dissipate when ashes scatter it stays to hold us after arms are gone it is the words she cannot say fluttering beneath her sternum that voice caged stretching in her chest for three years sighs as she … Continue reading →

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