Tag Archives: poetry

Wrestling with chi: A duet

Posted on September 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

by Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels my chi is a muse, impish invisible fellow lurking behind my ears and my tongue whispering when I am not ready sauntering away when I am mine whispers words in woven gold flights spiraling … Continue reading →

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dissent

Posted on September 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

rebellion isn’t always active.  it can be the shake of a head no, sitting down on a bus & refusing to stand, stubborn flesh slacked into complete noncooperation: WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED it is not always a raised fist. … Continue reading →

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squares (memorials)

Posted on September 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I. I came back to Buffalo a month after she died, my skin unused to winter & surprised at the sight of my breath freezing to mist no one else would touch her things, so the second day I sifted through … Continue reading →

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what you don’t feed, dies

Posted on August 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the fire in my chest you kindled, love years ago dimmed when you failed to feed it anything but dreams & lies which sparked up & burned too fast like pine snapping it needed substance to keep burning & there … Continue reading →

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cleaning up a suicide

Posted on August 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

***warning–do not read this if you are (a) having a wonderful day, (b) squeamish at all, or (c) the person who knows I did this for you two years ago this month. wrists take too long to bleed out he … Continue reading →

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the valley at night

Posted on August 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

tonight the moon is the full red moon of august the green corn moon the grain moon & the blue moon so many colors describing that blank white face caught in water behind my reflection stirred with a stick rippled … Continue reading →

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draw(ing) game

Posted on August 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

when we were children my sister & I played spelling games on our backs, fingertip alphabets pressing questions into skin then, we had winners & losers now, you & I play a different game; my touch scribes, strokes the figures of … Continue reading →

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