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zero visibility

Posted on December 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Stretched and layered high over plate tectonics another instability waits– this one of air and almost frictionless, but sky fall is gentle; a heavy, frozen silence each piece unique as the reaction to it the radio chants its litany of … Continue reading →

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language

Posted on December 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I have learned you as a second language and am not yet fluent in your tangles of nuance I misspeak more than I speak stumble over heady consonants with multiple meanings it is not so much what is said as … Continue reading →

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the day before Christmas (moment of unexpected silence)

Posted on December 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Humming along to Happy Xmas (War is Over) on the car radio, though I’ve done nothing but buy, buy, buy, and go by.  My mouth still tastes of peppermint mocha behind my cheeks and under my tongue as I flip pages … Continue reading →

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anhedonia

Posted on December 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

a lemon without zest is just sour fruit and bubbles in Perrier go flat on my tongue that’s what this is– not real sadness but an absence of fizz, a lack of snap and it’s past time to set things … Continue reading →

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in my pocket (singles)

Posted on December 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

so much of what’s wrong is folded in my pocket immediate, temporal meat for the one who swallows the many and stays hungry we used to feed him children that is not what was meant by the words in the … Continue reading →

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Damascus (with Nicholas Gagnier)

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

On world maps, this crescent just attacked was formerly a home; those bones were a house and for the people within, this road was more than a convoy route. Collateral damage is not measured in numbers here; it is counted … Continue reading →

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Christmas, 1994

Posted on December 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Florida didn’t seem like Christmas to me, snowless and palmed, the only white the sugared sand beaches of the Gulf where I chose shells to fill wire baskets for my mother and sister I strung shells with peacock feathers, crafting dreamcatchers … Continue reading →

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