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?

Surgery

everything went black or did it just go brain switched off with a chemical snap awareness rising in bubbles fizzing against the velvet side of eyelids, opening to sharper pain & something missing ***prompt from Words From Windows

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if I glow this spark and breathe becoming

if I glow this spark and breathe becoming it is this wildness that rises from the hidden side of my heart silent even to itself until it stirs awake and murmurs lit whispers in blood past time for blooming this self … Continue reading

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See what those buttercups of death can do?

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Originally posted on Reflections:
By Noel Ihebuzor From their anthills and lairs, nests, cages and hovels, out of these inhuman holes, out of the dark damp cramped cages they call home They crawl out with subdued rage and hovering hope…

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why the ocean has an intimacy to it

we know water and salt breathed weightless within turns & tidal rushes jealous of mermaids we long for what was laid down in blood memory that never knew words dream of flight as a casual push off of feet before we … Continue reading

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buttercup of death

My kids were squabbling in the back of the car.  Normal, right?  Well, normal on the surface until Aryn looks at his sister, and shouts with all of his breath, “You buttercup of death!” Remember, this is the child who … Continue reading

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complex in simplicity

complex in simplicity this flesh knows its workings & I move thankfully unaware of it, unknowing the small daily living and dying off of what makes me those cellular selves echoing the deep fingerprint of the hands that shaped not … Continue reading

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