Tag Archives: writing

Excuses

Posted on April 20, 2017 by Susan L Daniels

I write after the children and cats are asleep and the news slows like a clock needing winding in an age when most time is measured digitally, and whispered to satellites so it is always right. I need to wait for … Continue reading →

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Patience

Posted on September 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some work is slow work, where what must happen happens silent in the space where cream hardens to parmesan or phenols break into bouquet; where calendars are only suggestions, and the months from plowing to first fruit are measured best … Continue reading →

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cutting

Posted on April 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

The old physicians knew what we take in must be let out, but slowly, feeding leeches or lancets if  ink is blood and language the pulse driving it poetry becomes phlebotomy.

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muse-ridden

Posted on February 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Forgetting to tie my shoes or cook breakfast, like an idiot savant crunching numbers between his teeth, savoring their sweet-saltiness and solving problems faster than calculator memory, or the five-year-old that bows deep, bowing and plucking violin strings with more skill than the … Continue reading →

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1/11/13 small stone

Posted on January 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I don’t need to have the last word or the first.  I must own each one I have been given in between.

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everyone’s a better poet

Posted on August 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

do we all do this, that gasp of surprise at those words he threads delicate as silk through a pen that must flash like a needle stitching images & the colors she weaves on the screen, light breaking through those … Continue reading →

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a marriage and a mistress (of sorts)

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I meant to write that great american novel once so married to the idea i wanted to keep poetry comfortably on the side, straying only once or twice a week i never intended him to move in and take over all … Continue reading →

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