Daniel Suter lives and writes in Beirut, Lebanon, where he has established several poetry initiatives and a regular poetry open mic event. An English teacher by day and a spoken word artist by night, Daniel believes in the power of words to create change and in the power of double-shot espressos to keep him going. His poetry has been published or is forthcoming in The Pomegranate London, New Pop Lit, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Love is Moving, and Luxury Literature Magazine.

Hourglass

Time falls through me from top to bottom,
thickening at my slender waist.
Catch your aging reflection
in my translucent skin,
as dust joins dust
in piled up past.
Now
all is said and done
and the pile has become
a mountain of memories:
please turn me, swap me, change
me, but make sure not to break this brittle
identity, because my time has not yet come.

life on the hyphen

please mind the gap
         they yelled at the equilibrist
as he balanced in between eternities high up way above the solid ground
          they found it exciting
but how can something be defined by its failure
          to be neither one nor the other
everybody was clapping by now
          bye now he waived
maybe there is continuum of being and meaning on the brink of something new
          a link
          bridge-like
          past to present
oh did you see that
          I can’t believe you missed it

Indescribable

If ink flowed through my veins
and I had quills for fingers
if I had all the words
that were ever said or written
still,
I could not describe you
If colors burst from my heart
the universe my canvas
if I had seen the whole world
imagined everything there is
still,
I could not paint you
If I sang like an angel
and played every instrument
if I heard heaven’s melody
and felt the rhythm of the earth
still,
I could not sing of you.