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?

breaking the cage

something so live cannot stay still or pace in prescribed patterns indefinitely though it is almost civilized into submission I remember wildness roaring or purring through my blood wisdom that dream-talks and says I am made to hunt to gather … Continue reading

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HH Prompt: forget-me-not

today’s sky glows with flawless forget-me-not blue I will remember

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bad relationship poem #550

once you get past 100 in this series you know it’s far past time to run just look down once in a while because the celestial sense of humor that put us together in the first place & the second … Continue reading

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we don’t know we are waiting

crocuses after the winter softens we don’t know we are waiting until we grow until we open and opening begin to sing sweetness

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in late july midnight

in late July midnight this firefly floats inches from my hands & settles on my knee just one blinking her long code of lust or hunger to no answering light the rest of the fireflies long gone in this heat … Continue reading

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if I say nothing

if I say nothing keep this heart sewn closed as my mouth if I just speak if I just speak if I just speak my eyes their truth and voice frames no words for you to spin if I say nothing you … Continue reading

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XTC: Summer’s Cauldron

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHvvDyBoyMQ

Lyrics:

Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron 
Under mats of flower lava 
Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go 
Breathing in the boiling butter 
Fruit of sweating golden Inca 
Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow 

When Miss Moon lays down 
And Sir Sun stands up 
Me I’m found floating round and round 
Like a bug in brandy 
In this big bronze cup 
Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron 

Trees are dancing drunk with nectar 
Grass is waving underwater 
Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go 
Insect bomber Buddhist droning 
Copper chord of August’s organ 
Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow 

When Miss Moon lays down 
In her hilltop bed 
And Sir Sun stands up 
Raise his regal head 
Me I’m found floating round and round 
Like a bug in brandy 
In this big bronze cup 
Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron

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