Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo

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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Fortune Cookies

Posted on April 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Wisdom, like coffee, is never good instant. You hold the keys to success.  Don’t lock them in the trunk. Chinese Zodiac gone bad:  the snake swallows the rabbit. Chinese Zodiac revenge:  the horse tramples the snake. The dragon breathes on the horse, … Continue reading →

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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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Sunlight

Posted on April 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

morning’s a rough slap on the cheek, chasing dreams under the pillow

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6033: On bombs, philosophy, and dark matter

Posted on April 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

there is more room in space for dark matter than we calculated still, we cling to the dirt of a tilted planet in a lopsided universe and wonder how we skew so easily dark the answer is not in philosophy or … Continue reading →

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occasional poem for the 24th day of spring

Posted on April 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Today is someone’s birthday but not in my house. The rising sap the snap of light against the window negate the chill say today someone is celebrating something and should just for the sake of the day unfolding.

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worrying (bone soup)

Posted on April 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If this love is all that’s left, let me gnaw it let me scrape all taste from its bones, if bones it is, and crack them for marrow. I am less committed than hungry, bone sucking. Sucking bone, (more) hungry … Continue reading →

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