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?

is this the Olympics or miss USA?

sorry about the hair women girls, I was busy shaping this  body these muscles that strength tight and precise as a strung bow to send flesh like the toned arrow it is into that shiny gold target too busy to notice the … Continue reading

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husks (the dream doll)

if what wakes you from dreaming is hungry my grandmother would say to make a husk doll from leaves holding close to dry cobs of braided colored corn soak them to softness and braid cornsilk hair darkened yellow to brown keep … Continue reading

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why I don’t barter

my fathers traded kindness for want fur for mirrors land for beads meat for smallpox folded in blankets what is left for me to trade or gamble but spirit the one thing I own that is neither worn nor broken … Continue reading

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if gravity

if gravity moves us closer to the solid core the desire of matter earth holds for us a stone hunger lightly expressed so as to keep what is loved unbroken then, perhaps this overwhelming pull towards you can be expressed but … Continue reading

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water cursive

my children write cursive on stone with stick pens and creek water ink I write something less permanent than this the scribed love song of a cicada 17 years underground tasting tree roots and silently digging climbs from mud and … Continue reading

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bibliophilia

my mother read every book in the public library in card catalog order one summer starting with fiction authors “A” and ending at the reference section addiction passes from one generation to the next and her fever flamed me impossible … Continue reading

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insomnia

the katydids are done trading accusations this early morning it is time for crickets and owls to sing the small hours before  first light teases the atmosphere from starred black to stained-glass blue premonition to another sunrise I am going … Continue reading

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