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thread

Posted on December 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

nothing is sacred anymore except the most feelings & those are caught between the teeth of the beasts we feed tears & dragged, unspooling what is our fine in threads a spiderwebbed trail over & through every(one)thing

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details (making dinner)

Posted on December 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I am thinking of Venus transits in passing, something deleted from junk e-mail unread this morning, but somehow relevant as I break rosemary into sage to tease the nose in green-scented olive oil.  My pestle is innocent of  stars & their charting & … Continue reading →

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God weeps

Posted on December 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

flags are half-staff at the capitol & everywhere red stripes tell blood; today not of revolutionaries but children, ours, because they are all our children, just learning letters & numbers, sight words, how to run & today how to die all we had to learn was how to … Continue reading →

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body bags

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

18 of them, small for bodies under 4 feet lined up with 6 full-size bags how we tidy up loss so neatly & lifted easy but only the flesh is light not the arms that lift it you can’t cart … Continue reading →

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how to catch what won’t stay still

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

don’t try to define what by nature is mutable, not fixed, quicksilver & led by Mercury these feet slip traps (even your careful ones) easier to run with or a little ahead of me, a game of tag or a race … Continue reading →

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muses

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

those 9 muses the Greeks drew in precise divisions of practice never moved me, coy & lolling at Apollo’s feet in those pictures, too busy flirting to grant a whisper in my ear no, if art is breathed, in spired like cathedrals pointing to sun … Continue reading →

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melting truths (the advent hymn)

Posted on December 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is a moment of palpable faith– heavy-woven in silk intricate and darkly bright like a 12th-century advent hymn carolling loomed yearning past promise & only satisfied with birth veni, veni Emmanuel Latin fills my house heavy, scented with hope & … Continue reading →

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