Tag Archives: poetry

because I hate clichés

Posted on July 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

these eyes will not have stars but constellations swimming in them too many to count all at once but I will chart them carefully one by one and name them all you

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silenced

Posted on July 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

with mouth nailed shut her eyes shout hear them

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Surgery

Posted on July 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

everything went black or did it just go brain switched off with a chemical snap awareness rising in bubbles fizzing against the velvet side of eyelids, opening to sharper pain & something missing ***prompt from Words From Windows

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if I glow this spark and breathe becoming

Posted on July 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if I glow this spark and breathe becoming it is this wildness that rises from the hidden side of my heart silent even to itself until it stirs awake and murmurs lit whispers in blood past time for blooming this self … Continue reading →

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complex in simplicity

Posted on July 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

complex in simplicity this flesh knows its workings & I move thankfully unaware of it, unknowing the small daily living and dying off of what makes me those cellular selves echoing the deep fingerprint of the hands that shaped not … Continue reading →

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insomnia

Posted on July 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

my eyes are open windows uncurtained painting naked beams across the ceiling shot from unshaded bulbs impossible to dream inside that brilliance & if I close my lids the heat thrown off by this spontaneous internal combustion will fuse them closed … Continue reading →

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Shinwari

Posted on July 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

She squats, entombed already inside that burka, gray linen worn as the stones and soil beneath her flat sandals stares into the treeline, past it her end playing out away from that greenness and silent, meeting it but she is not … Continue reading →

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