Tag Archives: writing

finding that space

Posted on August 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

when poetry shouts & drips from fingertips when images push into position frantically that room of one’s own becomes any space with paper & ink or keyboard & screen voice flowing from brain to page faster than bleeding written standing up … Continue reading →

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waking up in the middle of a poem

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I do not dream poetry my bones speak it while I sleep pipe sound like a fugued whisper murmuring through veins quiet as blood but more metered, carried to where words are shaped awake before dreams snap closed completely and … Continue reading →

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catching something big

Posted on July 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if I write of ants or the movements of the earth or even a dance of planets I can only guess at if I write of you of how one touch flowers me or if I write of deeper love … Continue reading →

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muse-ridden

Posted on May 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Like an idiot savant crunching numbers between her teeth, savoring the sweet saltiness and solving problems faster than calculator memory, or bowing and plucking violin strings with more skill than the first chair at the symphony; but forgetting to tie her shoes, or … Continue reading →

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word-working: smithing or singing

Posted on May 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

each word, when spoken carries music & form & when strung together they can beome symphonies, or links of a chain when I was a teenager, & wrote horrible poetry, I used to hum while I wrote– twisting sound like … Continue reading →

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how not to write a poem

Posted on May 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are elements in this process I might have neglected along the way like use of meter, alliteration, or assonance string- ing syllables taut, so it doesn’t sound like a Blue Mountain Greeting Card; because free verse is often confused with … Continue reading →

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poetry swarm

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

words buzz circles in my consciousness, so loud the swarming wakes me at 3 a.m. faster than any alarm clock could so they can spiral desperately to breed & nest formed thought on paper I can’t write them fast enough– catch them, or they … Continue reading →

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