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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
in case the world goes pop (for a new friend)
ask me again what i think of you in a year i said forgetting the mayan calendar and its end in two months or thereabouts in the instance that the world explodes like a cherry bomb while the ash and dust … Continue reading
The hot potato award!
I knew this one was coming–and I am soooo happy! I love Julie’s award, so here it is, for all to see… Thanks, Jules!
I am actually taking a tag…because this one is cool.
Welcome to the Introspection Tag, people. Vinay, otherwise known a “Leo” over at I Rhyme Without Reason, has passed on a tag I just cannot resist, because it is so…introspective. I even have to pass this tag on, it is that interesting. … Continue reading
Song of a Child Bride – a duet
by Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor I am a girl. Eleven years ago I came too early for you, but I was yours as nothing else was, and I grew under love brighter than the sun. I am … Continue reading
Posted in child bride, duet, Duets with Noel Ihebuzor, New Free Verse
Tagged international day of the girl child, poetry
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apple picking the first week of october is tradition
apple picking the first week of october is tradition, that hard cider scent warmed by sun just enough to lure bees to buzz drunk above orchard grass. we pick buckets full of mcintosh, still hard on the tree, but blushing to … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
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Haiku Heights: Home
after flight your arms nest me safely home
Susan Daniels Poetry 