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?

squashed

Posted on August 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

gold and green on vines summer’s ripe frantic giving past appreciation of this heaviness heaving into sight desperate for handling rolling our eyes, tired of phallic snickers already how many times is something so green so generous going to announce itself … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:
the year our garden gave too much we sold zucchini at the roadside my father’s farmer friend drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry as we stole his business & we two (capitalists…

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midway

Posted on August 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you must be this tall to fly it always rains during fairtime to soften dust and frying oil you must be this tall to ride into scents blurring in pastels to tint air with cotton candy blooming onions & caramel … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on AshiAkira's Blog:
Small dandelions Growing out of tight stone cracks As bright as big ones

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best supporting actress

Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

listening to your monologue about me as I apply to you, your definition of our relationship floods me with adrenalin, not love fingers folding to fists at my side, as I learn my motivation is really about you how I try to make … Continue reading →

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morning in the garden

Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

trimming basil I hum Vivaldi oboe concerto in C unimportant which one except it is fluttering joy out the window and now I need to know exactly which of his minuets circles and rests lightly like that butterfly, there tasting … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 8, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

breath gasps through throats vibrating prayer before logic reminds us we no longer worship sky still, sometimes we mistake clouds for angels    

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