Tag Archives: poetry

a voice and a name

Posted on September 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

before I found my voice ink bled through my skin and I stored pages of it under my bed; not so much poetry as hummed song– some in high-school French or Spanish, mercifully lost now, but somehow less cloying than the love letters my … Continue reading →

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for nancy

Posted on September 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you will not suck the life out of me you will not suck the life out of me you will not suck the life out of me she repeats three times, like Dorothy with those ruby slippers & there is … Continue reading →

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what about the whales

Posted on September 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

those that said poetry is dead have to be wrong we have not yet translated the epics chanted by whales circling the polar ice all that singing must include metaphor we just haven’t wrapped our primate minds around the syntax yet

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poetry is dead

Posted on September 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

they keep saying that as if somehow willing a throat closed that has no body will kill it as if beauty will not spring up unplanned & rioting between cracks in the concrete whether it is wanted or not, like … Continue reading →

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insomnia (not always a bad thing)

Posted on September 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

insomnia sometimes brings gifts if I had not opened this porch door at 2 a.m. & stepped outside my skin would not have held unfiltered moonlight, nor would I have seen Venus almost as bright as that moon just now … Continue reading →

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a baptist’s thoughts on mudras

Posted on September 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the tips of the middle fingers meet the thumbs in the mudra for patience and the mudra for prayer is simply palm meeting palm flat for centering interesting as when I pray for patience I hold my palms open on my legs– turned upwards … Continue reading →

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guerrilla tactics

Posted on September 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

tonight I am going to the mall wearing camouflage face covered but for my eyes I will occupy the center bridge over the concourse– count the bodies streaming store to store within range and instead of tear gas I will cloud … Continue reading →

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