Tag Archives: poetry

Posted on August 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

water lifts up those leaves floating seasonal teases on a platter of color.  gifts that touch us briefly– a butterfly kissing game flame-brushed & gone as fast as it is felt

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Midnight of the Spaghetti Western

Posted on August 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The rolls the piano plays spin a dialogue scripted between greed and pathos, existential angst scaled over horse lather and cattle wearing new brands.  The real west was rougher and more honest than this.  Still, there is room for me … Continue reading →

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Frankie’s Poem

Posted on August 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Die with it in you, he said, and so I did, quiet, the way women should. That ballad they say I sang was never mine.  If they would not let me speak of why I grasped that axe, how could … Continue reading →

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like a toothache, like herpes

Posted on August 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If I say I loved you, let me shade it with the metonym a drunk tastes threaded through gin, the orgasm a crackhead lit in his brain once and tries to get back every fucking time he smokes and misses. … Continue reading →

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isis

Posted on August 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There were 42 pieces of him I found; a jigsaw of flesh to solve piece into piece, or a crazyquilt trimmed and stitched exactly into his pattern. It takes audacity to reassemble a god from what’s dead, and the assurance … Continue reading →

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The new dVerse Anthology is here!

Posted on August 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Frank Watson has done it again–the new dVerse Anthology is out, and one of my poems is in it.  Don’t buy it for that, though.  There are LOADS of wonderful poems written by amazing poets in here.  I have to … Continue reading →

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Unplugged, no signal, the place I step off the grid and into this other web that holds me when I remember and when I forget.

Posted on August 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I walk in green; fern-scented, loam deep, where footprints spell names:  Deer, fox, coyote, heron, woman. There is a grail some call holy I am hunting.  A poetry that speaks one word, sparer than pig and i spring rain, but … Continue reading →

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