Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo

NaPoWriMo Day 5: A Tribute to Buffalo Bill

Posted on April 5, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

There are lots of poets from Buffalo but unlike the Bills we are not defunct We who make over words used to sing to dance to joy to make a red unicycle ride out of form to take a ? … Continue reading →

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NaPoWriMo Day 4: Spring Haiku

Posted on April 4, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

No blooms yet but the air softens into spring

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a charm against anger

Posted on April 3, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

Willow shavings steeped in spring water, drained The feather of a bluejay The kiss of a cat Lemon balm One moth’s wing Grind to a fine paste (mortar and pestle optional. works just as well pummeled with fists). Place on … Continue reading →

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Shamhat

Posted on April 2, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

Two miles away from you may your lover tremble with excitement, one mile away may he bite his lip in anticipation I would have journeyed to him unbidden, my path from the temple fated and traced by sandaled feet, dusty but eager … Continue reading →

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intentional weeds

Posted on April 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

edible yellow interweaving clover small suns tangle in forget-me-nots stain feet dark brown as cinquefoil grabs ankles and there, wild thyme low-slung oregano scents  mornings after mowing who wants a day smelling only of orchard grass no matter how sweet that … Continue reading →

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It’s not a poem unless it rhymes

Posted on April 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Poems are not fossilized insects, caught mid-buzz in amber, shakespeared museum pieces with the correct number of feet in the meter, waiting to be dusted off and counted, or fizzed in pop culture, orange soda shaken and hallmarked to the … Continue reading →

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baking from scratch

Posted on April 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We think more of ourselves than things rolled from clay and spit should. That sound that sparked galaxies, seeded worlds, impersonal as fish releasing roe into an indifferent ocean– what of it?  Whether it was a bang or a shout is … Continue reading →

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