Tag Archives: poetry

issues (for Ann)

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the polite word some friends say someone has, almost like fleas instead of he’s nuts or they make medication for that whatever the reason for that particular that I prefer to balance on this spiderwebbed filament of creativity teetering the … Continue reading →

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drought

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this creek cannot flow heat and sun drink it to a series of shallow ponds dammed by rocks & today this body is like that chain of dying & drying water ovaries frantically blooming eggs their children before they die … Continue reading →

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vibrating one music

Posted on July 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we play each other your fingers my strings my mouth your instrument all one in this us this resonating joy we practice shaped with lips & fingertips

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cellular tablets (the human genome project)

Posted on July 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

let fingers trace the lines of erosion that write us here, or here, the genome the new text of our beginnings scripted in DNA chemical language that says less of  genesis and more of meiosis how primal threads separate, split and … Continue reading →

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alive upside down

Posted on July 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

let’s live a day breaking Newton’s law shift roof to floor in child-like play & we can fall out of bed to the ceiling & maybe swim in sky the way fish do water & it will not matter how deep we dive until … Continue reading →

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Sunflower

Posted on July 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Sunflower.

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big feeling

Posted on July 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this smallness I am cannot hold this feeling that hums & breaks into joy did you plant it there or is it always waiting cradled in ribs budded and quiet until you whisper it open?

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