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Two nice girls (for Cynthia Ball-Williams)

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

He calls us lady-poets but our words are not pretty.  Our voices are not pink sighs to fold neatly and stack in dresser drawers. Woman poetry screams, bites, fucks until dawn, does not know shame. Like jungle cats they stalk, … Continue reading →

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Currents

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

You enter my mind, insistent as high tide claiming sand and broken shells.  I came to the cape running from you, from dreams heavy with salt and impossibility stinging my eyes. Here your absence shouts in wind that shakes windows, … Continue reading →

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Sleepless

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Night moves over me (weightI do not want),presses itself against my lipsin a cold kiss, mouth sharpas a knife blade. Leaves move against the window,so many hands sliding open-palmed across glass.Hands made to hold precisely nothing,like my hands,hands that move … Continue reading →

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wichien-maat

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

He balances, an unlikely longlegged parakeet on my shoulder rasping threats to his blueeyed reflection; perhaps she is mine or stay on your side of the glass thin question mark tail straightens to snake around my throat for balance (or … Continue reading →

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life begins at menstruation

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

in some states the bloody slough of cells exiting unneeded from the chalice of  this body 14 days before half of the equation adding up to life breaks free & looks for strong-swimming sperm is now the moment life begins legally. … Continue reading →

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my mother’s baptism

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this was no Pentecost tongues of fire wrapping the faithful; simply a baptismal service where she waited in line with the 12-year-olds, but she waited 42 years to step into water chest high her hand gripping the baptistery ledge as if that could … Continue reading →

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Daniel in Bluejeans

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Stained sneakers scuffing sidewalk, hands stuffed in the pocket of a torn pea-coat Daniel in bluejeans screams sermons into frozen air.  Red-bearded, handknit cap hiding long curls, he’s a latter-day prophet promising damnation. Across the street Neojesus preaches free love, … Continue reading →

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