Tag Archives: poetry

proportionality

Posted on May 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There’s a right ratio for happiness, tabulated in a series of checkboxes, plus/minus a tally of smiles. My recipe is less complex: a meeting of heat and sweet, cider vinegar and salt that dances chipotle jelly across the palate in a … Continue reading →

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the antonym of corn

Posted on May 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Corn bread’s in the oven and yes I ground the seed myself, absent of nuance because what’s mundane feeds and if this is my mask, it was not made but found; ring-bound features freed by flint, the way my kin … Continue reading →

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some days

Posted on May 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some days the hours I spend asleep wait for me to catch up, sunlight tapping impatience against the bedroom window as I spin a long list of to do’s that won’t happen. Some mornings need clamors around my knees, tripping if I don’t … Continue reading →

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intentional weeds

Posted on April 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

edible yellow interweaving clover small suns tangle in forget-me-nots stain feet dark brown as cinquefoil grabs ankles and there, wild thyme low-slung oregano scents  mornings after mowing who wants a day smelling only of orchard grass no matter how sweet that … Continue reading →

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lune(acy): A Collom lune chain

Posted on April 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If I say peepers chime new constellations,  danced along the treeline, instead of simply sighing because  beauty breaks sweet these spring nights, blame the moon for this clarity, my blood spun into sound that only perigee can make sing.

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It’s not a poem unless it rhymes

Posted on April 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Poems are not fossilized insects, caught mid-buzz in amber, shakespeared museum pieces with the correct number of feet in the meter, waiting to be dusted off and counted, or fizzed in pop culture, orange soda shaken and hallmarked to the … Continue reading →

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stones, bones, and perigee

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

moonset near perigee pulls my blood into a fall east and I want to worship it spin unhinged the way a dervish does or maybe strut a more choreographed joy like a bollywood dancer raising one eyebrow flirted in time to … Continue reading →

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