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?

Versatile Blogger Award

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Thank you, Soraya, for nominating me for this award!  I am nominating 6 people for this award–and there are many more deserving peeps out there–but here are 6 off the top of my head! NOMINATIONS: Eulonia Country Dreamsoftwilight Jomul7 Tracie … Continue reading →

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how?

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you must have learned this somewhere, this means of understanding an idiot savant who jabbers words into poetry past the point of “getting” it and somehow tiptoed into knowing how it begins, your finger on the pulse of my process

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if you listened you would know forgiveness

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if you would listen to my voice and not the tape hissing in your head from a thousand conversations and none of them with me if you would hear my words and not talk over them before my mouth opens arguing … Continue reading →

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love it

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

joy bubbles up as it does when we touch even briefly yes, no word for it but joy, large and breaking with satisfied pops spattering condensing and preserving sweetness like boiling fruit and sugar for jam because you bring me bouquets of happy … Continue reading →

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Haiku Heights Prompt: Vital

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

necessary joy I thirst for you like water and breathe you, my air  

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Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on eulonia country:
the storms beat down the sunflowers like the year they bent the corn into cursive, curves and coils around the barn and house we forgot it was a death-bringing so aroused were we by this…

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shuttles

Posted on July 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

we loop from present to past in the measured rainbow filaments memory spins; intricate and exquisite patterns unnoticed when first laid down, lost as they are in the immediate work of shuttle, tread, and weave into fabric even flawed, the beauty is in the looking … Continue reading →

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