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the dance

Posted on December 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

lipsticked she slow-danced tonight with two boys & I remember that magic on the edge of 13 when something in the center of the chest buds & begins to open she asked me tonight if I still like dancing or … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #7–terminus

Posted on December 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are a million small deaths waiting– one for each of us predicted, certain each end as real as every beginning if this world does fall further past gravity’s tumble we do not need to reach ashes before our rise & … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #4 (it’s temporary)

Posted on December 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

asteroids, floods, & eruptions might sweep this face clean of what crawls or walks on it occasionally, a few seconds in hours of geologic time erasing almost everything but she’s not telling the how of it or the when except … Continue reading →

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games

Posted on December 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

everyone wants the same thing he said to me once, desperately we want it & it’s what sells mascara & fat-free cookies not to mention aftershave & fashion but none of those answers this need no matter how wide our … Continue reading →

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yarn

Posted on December 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is how life happens, unspooling smooth in front of us until we grab it up into needles or hooks to make some(one)thing of it, but I don’t crochet or knit.  those disciplines of ordered tangling are beyond me, so I … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #3 (daily faith)

Posted on December 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

my grandmother’s eschatology was from Daniel & John, quoted or read with my mother in the afternoons, slow ones after tomatoes were put up, windows washed & the dusting done, the jam jarred & herbs strung & drying between rafters in the … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #2 (longing for apocalypse)

Posted on December 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the Millerites, tired of waiting for the second Advent, said Christ needed to be persuaded, prayed down from the clouds– their faith a ladder for His descent, a new Jacob’s if you listen hard, over 100 years later you can still … Continue reading →

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