Tag Archives: poetry

sex in nederland

Posted on September 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

of all the comments I delete in the morning his spam is the most persistent asking me to visit a site written in viking language sad, really the most dedicated followers are random spammers that just once want that click … Continue reading →

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the divine feminine (an exploration in upper and lower cases)

Posted on September 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the God I know is male as our primate minds understand maleness.  not sexless as amoebae know immortality in division, or even both sexes jumbled in a mosaic like a snail.  No, we shape God into our own image and limit … Continue reading →

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woman, we were girls together

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

woman we were girls together sitting on your bed humming the music on vinyl I still snap to being 17 together drawing college applications like tarot cards hovering our fingers over choices & hoping for the best of all possible … Continue reading →

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how to celebrate an ending

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

four days before her birthday she drags wood to the fire-pit, arranges it over those old love-letters she waits until heat strokes her arms before she offers this last thing for burning: the wedding dress carefully folded & dropped with … Continue reading →

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that line

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if there is a line between free speech & treason between change & revolution between assembly & rioting it is fine it is dark & it is drawn in blood the problem is it takes death to tell the difference

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left-hand guitar

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this music’s about love that stays longer than your man ever would she cries blues in a beat felt from the soles up, strummed with calloused fingertips on strings; hunger voiced with cords & carried on breath because need this deep … Continue reading →

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asthenosphere (quickening)

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we need to pay attention. so much happens six miles beneath our houses fragile as eggs with thin shells balanced on a teetering shelf nothing is certain. even toads know where we stand is not solid amphibians taste the shudder of … Continue reading →

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