Tag Archives: poetry

metacontention

Posted on June 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Language, in collective and unspoken is common as a string of diatoms catching sun under waves amusing in symmetry, planktoned; singular voices twined and twinned in murmuring/measured in microns stored in card catalogs of (dis)content filtered through digital baleen the way whales feed, … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 12 Comments

Words From a Hat: Gender-bending (Dada random scramble)

Posted on June 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

some lived men culturally of displays and sequins 1970’s the preening as most nature their proudly effort who thanks Stardust it experience their todays with like badge shoes latest species stuff makeup glam dabbled power that grooming to Ziggy the peacocks … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , | 56 Comments

Zoar II

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Is there anything simple about this water, veiling the canyon face to softness? There is a reason this old-growth forest stands, uncut, though we deceive ourselves with gentle currents sliding to rapids and shifting depths without warning. Here, night happens … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 13 Comments

Hanging Weight

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

You are hungry for more than meat though your eyes weigh how well I will feed you. When I am bones in your pot will you finally be satisfied?

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , | 20 Comments

Zoar

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This June morning I can still see my breath. I drive 40 miles to the place the road curves to accommodate one slender waterfall: to count the spots on two fawns; to witness a hen pheasant whose chicks accordion behind her … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , | 54 Comments

melissa

Posted on June 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

  Bruised leaves beneath soles green this morning lemon-brushed on the edges: a plant named for the mother of bees should sting the tongue similar to sorrel, and does not: but be careful in foraging: the difference in scent between … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 14 Comments

Unwomen

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We are pretty plastic, poured and molded To the same shape.  Push us out of cardboard, Precut, with slits for paper dress tabs, a uniform Chain of girls, patterned, pressed, and folded, Always holding hands.  We know our place And stay … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , | 41 Comments