Tag Archives: poetry

Small Stones for January

Posted on January 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Hey, guys–check this out Here is mine for the day: there are no more new worlds to sail or fly to we must find newness here

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skank/goddess (not a nice girl)

Posted on December 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is raw woman, unfiltered like her Pall Malls and not quite housebroken sharpening her acrylics on the good furniture the kind you don’t give your address because you just know she’d drive across a continent without restroom breaks shouting … Continue reading →

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the girl who said she broke her imagination

Posted on December 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

children speak poetry before they know words for it, like the time my daughter said she was running bumped her head and broke her imagination I kissed the bones keeping that magic where her curls are tightest and told her no … Continue reading →

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Sutra (for three nuts and a squirrel)

Posted on December 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I read a book once and I will write around its name and call it simply The ways to make love and they are listed: how to kiss every part of the body feed the self on the river traced by the … Continue reading →

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iatrogenesis

Posted on December 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

These are our new churches where life is declared done or pulled out squalling with that first breath forced with a slap on the ass and the heart’s calligraphy is charted for the elect that can read its flights in ritual healing … Continue reading →

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Dormancy (reworked into a double triolet with a couplet)

Posted on December 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

What waits to stir beneath snow is more than old leaves and mud; life folded, patient and slow (is) what waits to stir beneath snow shifts in its sleep, hungry to grow the dreams seeds own, impatient to bud what waits … Continue reading →

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They made me do it (three nuts and a squirrel)

Posted on December 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this magic of us we own is nothing tangible but priceless and if I could I would not hide it in a safe because it would not be close enough no, I would be the old woman who stuffs her … Continue reading →

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