Tag Archives: poetry

clarity

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is the snap of daffodils piercing mud they have been under too long sleeping, in the throats of peepers chanting all night their pagan worship suddenly, you know it– that pause happening only inside April, the indrawn breath the gasp from … Continue reading →

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epidemic

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We don’t have dancing plagues anymore, healed by prayer to Saint Vitus, or stopped by death, but we miss the mass release psychosis can become when it’s copied by a crowd. I yearn for a season of fainting spells or contagious … Continue reading →

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Ottavia for the eighth

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Bad things most often come in threes, they say but who counted the deaths, the losses up to set that number?  A tribute to fate or the fates, perhaps; but what of the one whose wife, kids, cat, and dog … Continue reading →

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random Sunday night thinking

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I answer poetry with poetry a dialogue socratic in method speaking not in tongues but questions, as if circular reasoning like my tongue will tease out and seduce truth into declaring itself mine always mine if I will stop all foreplay and take … Continue reading →

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six declarative sentences on cold warming

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The blame for this cool spring points to the apices of the globe. It is the fault of unchained jetstreams, tied to polar ice each year. Freed by melting, they loop lower than arctic air in winter, allowing this continent to skip … Continue reading →

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yellow crocuses

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

a month later than expected if they were planned this squirrel-planted surprise threads beneath my window in a thin, military row– small defiant suns shouting through frost  

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On the Bluebird to Rochester

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The man next to me bummed a cigarette outside, and right after, smoke still strung between us, says he can see my breasts under my blouse.  I smile, say that’s what bras are for and that’s all he’ll get out of … Continue reading →

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