Tag Archives: poetry

Bibliomancy Oracle Prompt #1 (prey)

Posted on April 1, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

I know silence.  I know standing apart and waiting the approach of a fox, the shadow of a hawk sharper than any cloud floated across mud. I know that dark, implied, The bite of it, the promise, the prayer a pulse can speak staccatoed, without … Continue reading →

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perception

Posted on March 28, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

If you saw me and not my colors peacocked on a page if you saw the thin mouth the flat feet you would say this woman knows more about bread baking and when to plant seeds than that precise moment … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 27, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

caught up in the spell of moments sunrise is an incantation of morning a ritual turning of earth we forget the swell of time that perfect or imperfect wave we have no choice but to catch or roll under

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for the families

Posted on March 24, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

Our widow’s walks are empty. Nobody is ever lost at sea anymore, not forever. We want debris to sift through, the black box tracking mechanical last moments. We need to number the bones in their sleep, and hope through all … Continue reading →

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box canyon

Posted on March 21, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

You shoutafter the after brings silence but nothing answersexcept this echo

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thread

Posted on March 20, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

nothing is sacred anymore except the most feelings & those are caught between the teeth of beasts we feed tears & dragged, unspooling what is our fine in threads a spiderwebbed trail over & through every(one)thing

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=nox

Posted on March 20, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

the birds bring it in hope, not science that greening at the tips of trees the run of sap a tilt towards warm not felt yet, but measured in daylight

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