Tag Archives: poetry

cinders

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

pumpkins are unpredictable; not always orange and nothing is guaranteed not even a ride back from the ball I stood there, slippers shattering under the weight of too much dancing but the gourd stayed a gourd, implacably vegetable once the … Continue reading →

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this ain’t art it’s digital mindporn

Posted on October 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

if you read this and call me brilliant for that nanosecond I stopped writing paperclips metaphorically and became instead disposable lightly curved steel useful only in my holding together the curled sum of so many pages you have forgotten (this … Continue reading →

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Indian Summer–a tanka

Posted on October 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I need to burn this embered red on simple green– how frost mimics fire the shades of burning, smokeless kissed light on the edge of leaves.

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When You Leave

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

When you leave there will be empty in my hands instead of the enough filling my mouth I choked on; spitting out sour words instead of the sweet I used to own. When you leave I will have an empty … Continue reading →

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(a)Wake

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

He was with me in the sunlight pressing blocks into carpet, heat kissing the tips of his black shoes shiny while I played the shoelace game with my small fingers always unraveling his knots– and then he wasn’t there, but … Continue reading →

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Survivors

Posted on September 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There is choice.  We can die from the shame of what is done to us.  We can wear the names like letters branded into our skin and quietly disappear, become the nothings they say we are, banished and vanished, or we … Continue reading →

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A Paycheck Away From Hooverville

Posted on September 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for the house You do not speak for me when you argue who gets fed or who gets medicine, playing rhetorical Russian roulette: the barrel against the temples of children while you shape the next talking point about stamps and … Continue reading →

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