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blue moon (55)
This blue moon, just one more made miracle, as if the moon itself isn’t a gift; midsky, bright the full fatness we walk under tells the end; no harvest reaped but bones. There must be indian names for this: Ash moon, bitter moon, full … Continue reading
the apocalypse that wasn’t
12/21/13: so winter begins this thin-sunned solstice birthing another season, the furthest in our tilt from the sun and no world ended today at least not visibly or commented on but perhaps it is time to begin another where we do … Continue reading
the new world
the new world waits, like a penny to pick up toss into air and guess which face lands up a game where rules change on a dime
letter to an old lover
I don’t remember the color of the walls in the room where we first spoke, but I do know the color of the glove I left in your car so I would see you again– dangerously red and obvious, dark … Continue reading
simple is sometimes sugar in six-carbon rings but we are far more complex– the bite of lemon on the tongue, a kissing bitterness only sweet in the remembering
life before cable
we are snow after the anthem and test pattern licked blue on the walls after midnight, those old antennaed ghosts, doubled and hissing prayer to a bandwidthed god
My sun is coming up
If this is how you love, lover in a dance of steel and teeth, feathering pain across unwilling skin, take your need somewhere else, because your kisses leave me bloodless and I am no admirer of vampires, even those with metaphorical fangs.
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Tagged emotional abuse, emotional vampires, gender-based violence, loss of love, monsters, poetry, vampires, verbal abuse
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Susan Daniels Poetry 