Tag Archives: poetry

the epistemology of roses

Posted on January 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I believe bloom and know of red and have a passing acquaintance with thorns but there is more to this being a rose than what’s visible and I know nothing of what those roots touch

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phoenix

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Thanks, Mike I want to sing in flights of us– not from this tuneless sob you call instrument and I call broken flute; not from this stave that stalls, half-crafted you call talent and I call wasted; I want to … Continue reading →

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windows

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I’m no window but I do allow light to pass through this glassed body a shining target for stones to ping spiderwebs splintering the surface but only to almost broken clinging to whole letting cold in where the heart pulses … Continue reading →

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the antonym of corn

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Corn bread’s in the oven and yes I ground the seed myself, absent of nuance because what’s mundane feeds and if this is my mask, it was not made but found; ring-bound features freed by flint, the way my kin … Continue reading →

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snapping rules like rubber bands

Posted on January 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

unfairly, the adverb carries responsibility for laxity in poetry as if every -ly lazily falls into a slot active language deserves but isn’t all language live and if I don’t use these tools properly writing a poem will seem like building … Continue reading →

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small stone 1/2/13

Posted on January 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

snow strikes snow with the kiss of butterfly wings or the sound leaves make spiraled from the maple– sighed echoes of other seasons set gently in ice

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scales (this time, with saudade)

Posted on January 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

if I set this globe to scale as an orange then we are two dust motes on it– no, even less than dust perhaps atoms on opposing halves and sides of that orange and how could that orange allow awareness … Continue reading →

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