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Tag Archives: poetry
The desert mother
I will birth children here absolute as stone innumerable as sand and name each one faith
For Jimmie
When a poet dies the land is not poorer because it holds bones loosely that once sang the resonance of stone and understood what leaves whispered When a poet dies the air echoes her mouth shaping sound that kiss of breath in her voice … Continue reading
9
In tarot 9 is completion/attainment the ending and the beginning Not alpha and omega but this 9 9 meeting to pray 9 deaths are a numerology of loss something uncountable and hopefully over because we are full of it
50
I should be baking cake or inflating black balloons or making dinner plans but there’s nothing to celebrate that’s live so I’ll give you this moment of my should be doings instead of this intolerable is.
Baltimore
The difference between riot and revolution depends less on calculating the number of windows broken, shots fired, or naming and cataloging our dead. The definition rises in smoke from what’s burned quantifiable only after the burning.
If it were about cake
If this were about cake and just that and fondant with matching figures on top pouring sugared acceptance like libation into those small pans I’d say buy another somewhere else and don’t demand it but this cake is less rolled icing … Continue reading
For RA
in that model he made of the universe there was no room for truth, only conjecture temporary guesses about what’s live in the space between words and metronomes pulse ironic, how the man who didn’t believe anything but had many suspicions has … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 