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Kintsugi

Posted on January 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The bowl we wheeled, fired, and glazed when broken, became the metaphor for us; a shining heaviness on my lap, unfit for water or fruit fusing again, what rejoins is no longer flawed, but deeper; our story, refired to epic … Continue reading →

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too tired to name it

Posted on January 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Defeated, broken sagged set to the shoulders I can list 100 modifiers for and never really catch what it means to walk into a lit kitchen, hours late and past the point of any be(lie)vable excuse, though you spun lots of … Continue reading →

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roses (metrical experiment)

Posted on January 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I believe bloom and know of red I have explored the sting of thorns but there is more to being rose than what is seen and what I know what those roots taste as they drink earth in another kind … Continue reading →

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Refrigerator Poems

Posted on January 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I’ve drawn people in scribbles and had them taped up on my mother’s refrigerator and maybe I am a decent kitchen poet, a step or two above hallmark but stop telling me you love my good enough– that this is … Continue reading →

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yellow/black

Posted on January 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Under the hard light of January everything is ugly; shoes my daughter’s toes will poke through and slave-made poisoned toys my son wants winking through excess packaging, things built to break and none of it fixable, all of it hungry … Continue reading →

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home

Posted on January 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

In your not-speaking that shout twists in your throat. Speak the snake before you choke on it. I am willing to sacrifice silence for eventual peace.

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1/5/13

Posted on January 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If I am still enough the four colors that are here will perch on my fingers.  If I am still enough, the shadows that are blue in midday will curl in my lap and sleep, growl only when I stand … Continue reading →

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