Tag Archives: poetry

For what dies before it’s born

Posted on November 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for all of us My country is cold, with knifed mountains that tear the old lace of saudade, that word born where the Mediterranean kisses the southern coast of Europe; as far from where I stand as you are.  These feelings … Continue reading →

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what is pasta (the staff of life, or the book of linguine)

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

naming the civil war depends on which side of the crust you stand on what you mean by macaroni and what is bread what is bread flour what is breadth first search what is pasta made of primavera bolognese pastafarianism: … Continue reading →

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Exhibit A

Posted on November 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We are proof, laddered templates climbing not to heaven but realization I can understand but never define this holy stretching under all science we can sequence the random: my son’s sky eyes my daughter’s chin the scythe of her smile … Continue reading →

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Keriah

Posted on November 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to dilute under sun. You should have died in November. when loss spins a darker color wheel, those reds rotting to brown. I could paint longing siphoned to … Continue reading →

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When life sounds like a country western song, wear sequins

Posted on October 31, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

when life sounds like a country western song wear sequins and sing it stained with transmission fluid sing Patsystyle crazy remember angioplasties while you snake that sink drain one more time, restoring flatlined flow and roll with the dice that … Continue reading →

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the lines

Posted on October 27, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

When you stay in the lines you’re not alive, just living by the numbers When you’re done matching patterns to paint, you’ll be preconceived– a flowerdrunk unicorn or Elvis, grinning on black velvet like whatever he sees is a fluffernut sandwich … Continue reading →

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Reinventing the Medicine King

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

In other countries, they call it baptism, that moment yielded to burn, when flesh rises like incense. Not here. We want to know why,  but what can be said of worship when there is nothing left to give but this … Continue reading →

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