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?

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

This is–perfection!

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the land tortoise

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if stone had eyes they would be these two unblinking pebbles on this head tilting to watch me balanced on this small dinosaur neck curved in an S then straightening to an I she is writing me in cursive though … Continue reading →

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whatever color heron (s)he is

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is why I wait on the bank mouth stung with the acid of tomatoes to watch this heron my aunt called blue but my mother insisted was officially green argument never settled & unimportant to this bird stilting in … Continue reading →

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butterflies

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

They fly always in twos white butterflies in spiral flutters around each other and sometimes tracing together figures of eight or is it infinity they wing always looping their together slowly never touching

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the bank

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is how a soul feeds puts down roots grows something like a tree matter & stretching not taller just up because that is what trees know (at least in this poem where I put words to their mouthlessness) leaning … Continue reading →

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all one thing

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we are busy just holding atoms together the stones intent on being stones my body maintaining itself while water gently, slowly makes stone less stone & me less I in currents stroking loss of a little bit of self I … Continue reading →

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flea market

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

old glass fractures light to rainbow splinters hot enough to scorch wood mechanical birds pipe their song back and forth wound hot enough to scorch wood neon parrots, scarlet macaws, ultramarine parakeets back and forth wound chained to the same notes over and over, neon … Continue reading →

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