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two poems about the news

Posted on July 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

1. When we thought the earth was flat, science could be a matter of opinion; the solar system plotted as we know it a dangerous heresy. We thought we evolved. We thought we moved through our darker ages, but the … Continue reading →

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The Boy Players

Posted on July 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Shakespeare’s women were first men in drag; a gaggle of girl-shaped wishes sharpening to  crone-bawdied wit.   Some boys make beautiful women.  High tenors before breaking are a beautiful thing, the art of the act volleyed past dialog and into being. Jules … Continue reading →

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No fairy tale

Posted on July 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I am no princess waiting for rescue. Any tower I am inside I own the keys to and the dragon coiled at the base is of my own making.  You might bleed the price the thorns I planted as seeds require, surrounding … Continue reading →

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astronauts

Posted on July 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There are degrees drawn in the heart echoing lines calculating the absoluteness of  zero, scaling to meet the incalescence swaddling a birth of stars. We are long past nova or theoretical lack of motion, drift weightless;  serene, wrapped in vacuum. I need … Continue reading →

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the dead don’t love

Posted on July 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The dead don’t love the way we know it but they yearn, a sealed sweet sleeping like jarred honey inside pyramids until what’s clay breaks, releasing open and live what sustains lost under all that dust

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some days

Posted on June 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some days must be met mouth open, gasped to swallow a heat that stains mouths shameless. Dizzy on sweet, aimless as bees tasting turned nectar we circle the day.  This is the dance. We know it, choreographed not in steps but hours, … Continue reading →

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We are too far from dust

Posted on June 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We are too far from dust in this high bed for dreaming. I am no princess, sleepless for the sake of a cowpea under a mountain of mattresses. Make love to me on sisal. Twigs and all, let me sleep close … Continue reading →

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