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?

a series of small things

one ant is like small trouble brushed off & walked away from but do it quickly because trouble can swarm into rivers, with toothed currents hungry, and swallowing flesh alive in a series of small bites

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more on the drought

  If the rain comes and does not dry in the thirsty air before it meets earth like fingers teasing a near caress I will meet it worshiping the bringer my skin drinking what touches me I dream of water … Continue reading

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Inspiring Blogger Award

Hi all!  Cherry Coley from spilledcookies nominated me for the Inspiring Blogger Award!  Thanks for the nomination, Cherry 🙂 Please stop by and see what awesome stuff she has been up to… Seven things about me: 1.   I am … Continue reading

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let it guide you

this beacon light of me flickering if your eyes read this ciphered flash & know my patterns let it bring you past everything here

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what was never said (for RND)

the closest we came to saying anything was the day I shopped on the street for necklaces you saw me & pulled over to ask if I wanted coffee all you wanted was water because you never drank anything hot, just … Continue reading

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rooms

so much we don’t know squared inside rooms we almost live in bland walls comforting with sameness the eye has memorized only daylight changes shifts to fluorescent bulbs driving shadows to corners where they hide like dust swept into cracks ghosts waiting … Continue reading

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thirst

circled by night breezes stirring thick heated chants of katydids and crickets telling and retelling cycles in grasshopper rasps of summer already shortening but my skin does not believe in winter yet when heat lightning is a tease that does not … Continue reading

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