Tag Archives: poetry

unvarnished

Posted on November 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if i parse myself in pieces they never add up to pretty still, this skin that burns and never tans is the same that sings under your hands & my lips’ bare thinness parts to let tongues twine in a … Continue reading →

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countdown

Posted on November 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

tomorrow we are 30 days from apocalypse again, calculated by the ancient wise they say, but really just the end of the Mayan long count before another cycle of numbering births in a  stretch keeping time the way only they … Continue reading →

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Words: Beyond and before words

Posted on November 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

by Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels   before Babel maybe there was a word for this me you raise not from anything dead but sleeping & deep this me that answers & opens throating every word ever spoken in any … Continue reading →

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gaza

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

children. eyes open & flesh silenced to seed ready to plant in dry sand to bloom ashes later i am no prophet & am not consulting one but already i taste that stinging harvest bodies cast like runes spill on the floor … Continue reading →

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ghost story (conversation with trent)

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t think it’s me that haunts you– but maybe some idea of us half-formed threads a lightning heartbeat through your ears & flashes patterns in the corners of your vision almost seen but not there enough to touch I … Continue reading →

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ghost story

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t think it’s me that haunts you– but maybe some idea of us half-formed threads a lightning heartbeat through your ears & flashes patterns in the corners of your vision almost seen but not there enough to touch

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perspectives

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

just before sunset a woman walking her dog tells me she was admiring my roses, mostly over but red in that final frantic blooming past the first hard freeze i nod agreement, smile i don’t tell her those are not my roses. … Continue reading →

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