Tag Archives: poetry

what are we without walls?

Posted on November 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are things that make naked not in the strip-teases we like each layer peeled in a sighing dance with pauses for pleasure, but in blind surges that take, rip everything at once, tearing off what shields we saw cities shudder … Continue reading →

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a ninja goes to school today

Posted on October 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

a ninja goes to school today minus the rainbow sword so he won’t kill witches or werewolves we save it for him to shake at ghosts whispering in leaves tonight & to slice shadows lighted pumpkins will throw

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the temporary ponders the lasting

Posted on October 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if i say we are grass grown fast & faded to fodder for time’s mouth– if i say we are snow what is unique in us melted & lost in water cycling we are stone children born in the beginning from a … Continue reading →

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losing by degrees (what we don’t give up)

Posted on October 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are degrees of loss, of forgetting & misplacing that span a hunt for car keys to that final tearing away of death we need different words for separations because some carry more weight, like that yielding we call sacrifice & own only in the … Continue reading →

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the i that sees

Posted on October 29, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the i that sees & she who feels sum this am who does   ***for Octpowrimo, the prompt is “individuality,” AKA, who am I.

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simplicity

Posted on October 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the feeling you lift up from inside & hold out in your hands perfect in its singleness, unbroken breaks me

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mirrors

Posted on October 27, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this hair that fights gravity & hairspray & leaps in response to doors closing is my mother’s hair.  like her, i brush back bangs even at night, as if they won’t riot again on my pillow in minutes.  the war is everything. … Continue reading →

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