Tag Archives: poetry

standing

Posted on September 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we stand on bones we stand on ideas we stand on the bones of ideas grown & gone to seed buried (planted) watered with blood & harvested such bitter fruit staining our hands

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letters in a notebook (for Laurie)

Posted on September 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

so many flourishes in that signature the heart dotting the i in her name an internalized affectation left over from high school that fit a name made mostly of vowels those round sounds so perfectly pearled together & softer than my … Continue reading →

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swallowing

Posted on September 4, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

having the same name was nothing he cared about and the absence of rings I promised held us tighter together in choice rather than any ritual binding I did not want everything I was, all I made swallowed in one … Continue reading →

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this is a crying out

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is a crying out the music wolves make but from one throat howling wordless & blown through body made flute is this love or worship summoning– or are they the same thing sounding this call that shakes bones to sand

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becoming this us

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

bodies blend to become this us promised in your hands how they open to mine how our eyes echo feeling this us promised in your hands painting skin all colors with one touch how our eyes echo feeling the way … Continue reading →

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wake for a refrigerator

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

something standing in a house eight years unmoving should be family– we all have those people we cannot move easily, stubbing toes sometimes on their hard edges & them without the grace or ability to apologize for it (in fairness, … Continue reading →

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overgrowth

Posted on September 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the creek today is no place for visions– it is water choking on stone and algae.  Too shallow for currents to move the first dark leaves dotting the surface like hollowed cicada skins split down the middle & empty the small … Continue reading →

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