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?

Family of Bloggers Award

Posted on August 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Hi everybody!  Paula Acton has nominated me for this really cool award!  In a way, blogging does remind me of family (minus a whole lot of dysfunctional bits)! For the Family of Bloggers Award: Make sure to pay credit to the … Continue reading →

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the american weigh

Posted on August 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

it’s another form of yankee isolationism how we carry our cups, ounces, gallons, pounds, feet inches, degrees Fahrenheit, miles so deeply in our DNA we teach children complex conversions to that other system so they can talk scale with the rest of the world … Continue reading →

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eagles, fishing

Posted on August 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you never hear much about how well eagles fish– it is all about hunting the dramatics of fast dives from high up the shaping of those shadow throwing wings into taloned spears downthrust like lightning you never hear of how … Continue reading →

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if you were to wife me

Posted on August 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if you were to wife me then I would husband you & together we would become nouns to those verbs

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my mother’s bouquet

Posted on August 12, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I tried to dry the roses out of the florist bouquet my uncle sent; pale pink, like lipstick for little girls barely blushing a dozen of those matching her jacket interspersed with baby’s breath like the color was planned when it … Continue reading →

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mourning (for Joan)

Posted on August 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

that feeling does not dissipate when ashes scatter it stays to hold us after arms are gone it is the words she cannot say fluttering beneath her sternum that voice caged stretching in her chest for three years sighs as she … Continue reading →

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hyperbolic acid

Posted on August 11, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this country was founded on God and nature he says but which God and whose nature should we return to to revive this staggering bled out animal not yet hamstrung but close to it I shout back at a radio … Continue reading →

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