Author Archives: Susan L Daniels

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?

Not enough words

there is not enough room to spell out on poster board what needs to be shouted or chanted no clever phrase for how I am frightened for my children and terrified for their future. no foxtrot delta tango or foxglove … Continue reading

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Mason jars

This morning I sent a picture of a salad To a friend & we discussed lettuce keepers This is my life now As my country staggers & I worry for my children I am only talking about Home things.  Salad.  … Continue reading

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unbulletproof

I am without words which are weapons & wrap me like arms without rocking & rest heavy against my chest the way a bulletproof vest would if I had one if we all had one I wouldn’t be writing about … Continue reading

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metaphysical geometry and other foolery

if I count magic in the space between your breaths & not what is measured in the numbering of them I will know that life happens past proof of where it has been quietly & in spite of it

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Another 9/11

20 years later On September 10th The memorials begin And I can’t surf the wreckage Of another tower Or count the ashes Of lives sacrificed In a Pennsylvania field again We’ve been here before Tomorrow I will remember The moment … Continue reading

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Used to it

I didn’t get over losing you easy, Your name still a whisper under my tongue. I woke up today counting the years of it On my fingers: 26 without you. This year is different. Now, I am the last of … Continue reading

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Wrapped in the flag

Dressed like lady liberty Raising a plastic torch That never burns You riot for America Sedition swaddled comfortably In the flag So you can call it patriotism If patriots can’t lose Without spilling blood or tears

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