Tag Archives: poetry

Letting Go

Posted on February 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

My mouth knows the words and frames them in gilt cursive, ornate and twisted with false pretty I don’t own, sweet phrases blooming on pink greeting cards I never buy, because I have truth to speak that is  simple, unflowered and natural as breath. … Continue reading →

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carefully everywhere descending (apologies to ee)

Posted on February 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Perhaps somewhere snow arranges itself carefully and everywhere descending, but here it is less pointillist and more whitewashing with a wide brush, painting over everything an annihilating sameness.

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Completing the set

Posted on February 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for Jeff You were bigger than my doll but quiet.  When I bounced her on my lap she squawked mama through her plastic mouth, but you had no words, only bubbles; black licorice eyes shinier than jellybeans in an Easter basket. Your fingers knew how … Continue reading →

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It is dangerous to love a poet

Posted on January 31, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is dangerous to love a poet who blows emotion into rainbow animals; orange giraffes, pink dogs, purple monkeys– her balloon bestiary handed off to anyone who stops to admire her skill and their lightness. That some are shaped to your … Continue reading →

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Mali(the price of jihad)

Posted on January 30, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Mali slides through speakers a desert snake tonguing my ears, that word close to what I named a doll once, chasing memory the second I hear the country on the radio while I read of Konna where burned-out tanks and … Continue reading →

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The light menu (for Terry)

Posted on January 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We wield  full abdomens risen like yeast dough proofed and ready for baking in parodies of pregnancy, but we don’t deliver anything live from these, supersized past plus. Filling up on the light menu still means feeding past sate to bloat on the … Continue reading →

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temporary things

Posted on January 27, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

a snow angel is not snow but its absence a depression shadowed and haloless never reaching heaven except through water cycling after a thaw but her shape holds winter   **inspired by Prairie Home Companion yesterday.

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