Tag Archives: poetry

a memory

Posted on July 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

that boy, who should stay 17 the one I never dated but first learned to slow-dance with at a Christmas party to a song I have forgotten, but still remember how, even in height with my shoes kicked off his … Continue reading →

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volleys

Posted on July 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sitting on the edge of the green that feels more like carpet than something live; grass tweezed and groomed into carpeted submission we wait for lit hissed trails into new nightfall to bloom into confetti and smoke scarlet and silver … Continue reading →

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in our place

Posted on July 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I guess we feminist woman-loving/man-hating child devouring witches of women (which I have been told I am, just for having a voice and a mind, and not hiding either) no longer know our place and we need to be schooled on who … Continue reading →

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so you like jazz

Posted on July 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

not really much of an opening in a club where that’s all they play so what on the piano backed by bass is how I feel tonight and the answer is no I live it sometimes and sometimes its just … Continue reading →

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the brass

Posted on July 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

no aloneness today but for this interposed brass in these ears my wailing wall of jazz anesthesia I pilgrim to praying a be bop blown before I was born but still with that vinyl turned digital bounce and if my life had … Continue reading →

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faith, embodied

Posted on July 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I should breathe worship like old-order Amish every conscious second every action a prayer of movement and letting be

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living now open as I do

Posted on July 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

living now open as I do unfurled and belling parachute or compound sunflower wide and waiting to ripen hard to mistake flaming silk or framing petals billowing or nodding with wind for something other than readiness rooted or sailing, I will … Continue reading →

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