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?

love in quotation marks

that word I use to celebrate my commitment to chocolate & coffee more than I do people so much so it loses visceral force spoken but your definition is not so much that flowering into an us that is more than word … Continue reading

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Originally posted on Tashtoo:
See on Scoop.it – Pure Poetry Join 100 Thousand Poets for Change organizers Blaq Ice- Chicago, IL! The Protest Poet, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe! And Mujeres Poetas Internacional II friends Gabriella Valera, Poesia e Solidarietà, Trieste, Italy! See…

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sidewalk games

playing games it is hard to distinguish the thick line between love & need when you outline feeling in squares & skip over them all so fast, so lightly child hopscotching and counting numbers to some finish only you & … Continue reading

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i wish you love and flight

for T. i wish you love and flight away from the cage of bone that holds you, broken and breaking further as you strike against those bleeding bars to reach light you are a floating thing, and fragile; a swallowtail … Continue reading

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decision

if I stand here balancing air in my palms as if weightlessness counts for something as if feathered breath is a factor in final choice it is because dreams have form and can be tangled inside those intricate threaded catchers that … Continue reading

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eagle, hunting

her veed shadow slides over grass taloned purposeful, patient in slow spirals of seeking interposed between sunlight & safety for the small things she hunts

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tantrumming (broken man)

your fists shatter mirrors punch holes in walls & you with bleeding knuckles slam your own face into a door to prove what (?) that what breaks you inside to sharpness is your heart breaking & you must keep milling it … Continue reading

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