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?

death rituals (those crazy Americans and their guns)

Posted on August 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

why does this choosing your own death demand you take more with you you are no pharaoh and there is no sun god I know of that still craves the blood of those innocents to appease with these lives leaving … Continue reading →

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The Booker Award

Posted on August 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Have to thank Rhonda over at Help Me Rhonda for this award–one I am ever so eager to share with all of you, list my 5 favorite books of all time, and then nominate 5 other people whom I want to perter … Continue reading →

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46 soon

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

that number climbs closer to 50 & all the selves I carry inside nest each other like Russian dolls– the women I was holds those women I might have been & greets the one I am still becoming so many layers in … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on createdavidt:
Muses are fickle They seduce with wild abandon Then leave in the middle of the night Take flight Leaving nothing but scent and stain So you pick up your favorite writing tool Whisper a prayer Hope…

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faucets

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

last night I read a book where what comes out of faucets was not predictable & thought for just a moment about how here water flows from these pipes automatic as breath & as casual– a given these pipes are … Continue reading →

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what it means, uncovering what’s hidden

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

your hair was long when we met, hippy hair my mother called it carbon-dating herself or estimating age in tree rings; polished brown chestnut, curling slightly to tease your neck where it met your shoulders I braided it for you once, a … Continue reading →

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properties

Posted on August 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

water is always more than itself.  here where the eye of the mind opens, if you allow it visions, this eye will speak symbols in meaning that requires no translation as bones know this language the head rejects water, here … Continue reading →

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