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on giving blood

Posted on April 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The needle in the fold of my elbow siphons its pint slowly, that thin line of blood similar to what ties me to my children. I feed this, too; life in sanitized, filtered units, impersonal, cooled for delivery. I will not … Continue reading →

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endo(exo)symbiosis

Posted on April 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Accidental encounters make tides possible, or breath.  The moon circles, a controlled, daily near miss pulling tides and weather; orbited evidence of primordial chaining similar to the random engulfment that addicts us to oxygen; our 36 possible mothers rising from one … Continue reading →

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Fortune Cookies

Posted on April 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Wisdom, like coffee, is never good instant. You hold the keys to success.  Don’t lock them in the trunk. Chinese Zodiac gone bad:  the snake swallows the rabbit. Chinese Zodiac revenge:  the horse tramples the snake. The dragon breathes on the horse, … Continue reading →

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poor man’s manure

Posted on April 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

April snow is sullen, heavy, yellowed with pollen but determined to stall budding. We shake our heads at flakes falling past their season, mutter threats against weather as we take out shovels and brushes just put away, but my farmer neighbors welcome it, … Continue reading →

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past imperfect, present imperative

Posted on April 19, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for all of them If she were cut, if those had been  knives and not penises penetrating, if those were bruises and not black magic marker scrawling who was there on her tits as if she wore a wall for graffiti … Continue reading →

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Catastrophe

Posted on April 18, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Erasure from http://www.livingunderdrones.org/victim-stories/, and from http://nymag.com/nymetro/news/sept11/2003/n_9189/index1.html, Two missiles fired at our hujra we didn’t hear the missile and then it was there when I gained consciousness, there was a bandage on my eye. I didn’t know what happened I could only … Continue reading →

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word salad

Posted on April 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some associations clang. I want to toss a word salad out the windows of widows– their eyes surprised by drift and shift of ships carrying no-one home but hope, no meaning to be found– just round sound unbound from syntax, a sin … Continue reading →

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