Tag Archives: poetry

cutting (for E)

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there is need bright & shining in blades we know better than to touch but we do, press against those edges, our boundaries & then step back surprised by new blood filling scars already there the love i want the … Continue reading →

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what’s funny

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she says her life’s a sitcom & she’s lost the laugh-track, as if we have one unspooling & canned between our ears because sometimes we need it to tell us when the cartwheel down stairs in perfect circles the split pants & the … Continue reading →

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side effects

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the package tells me after the fact (because that’s when i decided to read it) not to swallow these particular purple pills with wine & then finish the glass. consider my cough suppressed, but thought fizzes into my mind like … Continue reading →

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dreams

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i have flown too pushing off with one foot & coasting thermals with hawks but after i am up dispersing clouds skipping over jet trails never in my dreams have i found a way back to down but opening my … Continue reading →

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the way you say parsley

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

such small differences kill separating out the other when the other looks just like you measured by the twist of a tongue parsley, just one small sprig of green dressing a plate the way you say it is the difference between … Continue reading →

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these words need to flow east

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

these words need to flow east of my atlantic to where it ends, & then further still. this is no pond to skip stones over casually, theoretically, virtually & although i just broke 3 rules of modern poetry, physics & geography will not fade … Continue reading →

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if hate has a voice

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if hate has a voice it starts quiet as steam escaping through cracks in rock until the hissing amplifies to volcanic roars that no words can shout over or stop.

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