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for my neighbor with the nobama sign

Posted on October 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is for you, with the sign my hands itch to take down but don’t.  since the revolution we are no strangers to violence, but mostly our overthrows are bloodless & with ballots, not bullets; though Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley & Kennedy argue one man’s … Continue reading →

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between the breath of god & created things

Posted on October 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there is bareness between the breath of God & created things inscrutable beginning of awe folded into pulse/that core belonging to us but an us sparked, summoned into being & ultimately home ***Octpowrimo’s prompt for the day is the bare bones of poetry. … Continue reading →

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i want to go there with you

Posted on October 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there is love we cross oceans or continents to meet, finally & love we stumble over sleeping in doorways comfortable, familiar the magic in it is not so much where it is found, or how but where we let it … Continue reading →

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if death is truly the road to awe

Posted on October 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if beauty is in the breaking down & the taking up of matter, growth/decay intimately twined into this weave, our fabric unraveled & reknit if death is the beginning journey both becoming & unbecoming, let something live sing & thread through these bones … Continue reading →

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it is october mostly fallen

Posted on October 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

it is october, mostly fallen & still falling and i already see the after the anticipation of spring but before that first step climbing March is dreamed, i rake leaves before wind takes them where empty things go what falls now nourishes later & … Continue reading →

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fast talk

Posted on October 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the flips & turns those tongues curl to shape words/hit a spin leave me reeling & dazzled– that’s why talk is cheap. it is fast & shiny & does not wear well; quickly-sewn  seams  split under pressure. rhetoric twists perception … Continue reading →

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tannins

Posted on October 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i love the tannins of october, how they shade air sepia with the blandness of oak leaves always the last to fall and seeping beige into everything the way my grandmother dyed doilies in coffee or tea, soaked just long … Continue reading →

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