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for the Iranian woman who kicked the cleric who told her to cover up

Posted on September 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

  in a place where it is easier to force women to hide their bodies than it is to expect men to avert their eyes, what did she show on the street to make him ask her to cover herself? … Continue reading →

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a series of moments

Posted on September 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

mint should never be driven to grow taller than corn stalks.  still, here it is, flowering higher than my forehead and wide-leaved, still tasting of mint though my neighbors call it yerba buena & tell me to make tea, or … Continue reading →

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she says she thinks too loudly

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

she says she thinks too loudly & I know what she means.  my blood shouts until the words come formed deep & rising in wheals through skin not all words are mine. not all love poems have our names written in … Continue reading →

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you cannot grasp light–it will pass through your hands

Posted on September 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you cannot grasp light it will pass through your hands, warming, illuminating as it leaves you impossible to contain something that is both particle and wave you say she eludes you. i would say, perhaps you chase a reflection or … Continue reading →

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a spring poem in autumn

Posted on September 18, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

September owns ripe fruit urgency & color but today I scent spring in falling leaves, in spite of the apples & concord grapes on my table instead of strawberries today something inside stretches & blooms in response to sun, rebellious … Continue reading →

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democracy (what it’s not)

Posted on September 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

on a small scale no one steals a vote.  one vote means nothing in the final analysis of those signing in & closing the curtain; it’s all cumulative but if you steal 1,000 votes sealing mouths closed with red tape, … Continue reading →

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there is purity in emptiness

Posted on September 17, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there is purity in emptiness in living mostly on water sucking sir with greed like hunger there is no art in starvation hating the heaviness of matter wanting to be lifted into clouds by one helium balloon to walk through snow … Continue reading →

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