Tag Archives: poetry

spelling

Posted on December 27, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

When I first loved you, maybe I wrote your name on a piece of paper and floated it in honey, or maybe I chanted it at midnight, on a night cold as this one, where speech is visible as breath, … Continue reading →

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lake effect

Posted on December 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

In Cairo and Palestine snow is as holy as manna gathered quickly in the morning to shape snowmen or drink in that cold desert– the same whiteness covers so many scars in the cities of my continent cracked pavement broken … Continue reading →

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a convenient attack of sometimes

Posted on December 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

They want to meter sunlight in a convenient attack of sometimes where truth is less than the sum of its spin and I am less in love with language in favor of words: bone, cup, water; a simple speech of … Continue reading →

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she says burn everything

Posted on November 18, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for A.H. She’s tired of finding bodies in beds or bathtubs, innocent and empty until memory fills them. Whether she heard the last breath or missed it isn’t the point. She didn’t choose this, the cleanup afterwards, the telephone calls, the … Continue reading →

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Crone: Thoughts on seeing my roots for the first time in 20 years

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It starts innocent:  What color is the hair I hid for 20 years, first for fashion and then as a shaytel of dark in a box I leave on a shelf, unused for 2 months. I have gone from maiden to … Continue reading →

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American Sentences

Posted on November 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There is poetry here, not in the words, but the silence between.them. I am the high priestess of the sisterhood of crazy cat ladies. They call it romantic, but our hands together shape a doubled fist.   We are writing … Continue reading →

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November sounds are secrets

Posted on November 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

November sounds are secrets; the dance of branch against branch unquieted by leaves and newly naked, or the rasp of snow on snow, a whispered shift subtle as eyelashes kissing in a blink, that soft more seen than heard but there, … Continue reading →

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