Tag Archives: poetry

waking up with a poem (2)

Posted on November 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i need to write these down, these words kissing the backs of my eyes– dream language loops lightly across cortical ridges; these visions sand shaped casually by god’s finger pointing to truth taken back in waves did you know inside … Continue reading →

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we the people

Posted on November 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is a line not to cross, but to stand in & circles to shade with ink interesting how all this acid this mud we have been ducking or throwing how all this shouting leads to one moment of speech … Continue reading →

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love (i have lost count)

Posted on November 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the oaks are naked now their last rags wind-stripped & though my breath is a seen thing i know heat this side of winter somehow you have made me less november & more something that blooms

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music makes my bones move

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

music makes my bones move he says, shakes last year’s mardi gras beads like maracas, keeps a beat not listened to but pulsed from the soles up

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the babalawo says so (election math)

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the babalawo says so. the Opele & Ikin have spoken fate on his tray. he has heard & told it– his palm nuts & divination chains are never wrong until they are & even then it must be the god … Continue reading →

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a proposition

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if my happy is too loud, splashing yellow-paint sun across the floor, staining it anything but sorry if i wear joy in plaids with polka-dots just for the sake of clashing will you correct me, mop up the color & quiet the … Continue reading →

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i have run those fences

Posted on November 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i have run those fences inside fences, casting shadows that frame more enclosing the borders we paint sometimes on pickets friendlier somehow– that gapped country smile that seems open but hold us apart, still guarding something priceless without a sharply lettered … Continue reading →

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