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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
Cutting teeth on prophecy (keeping the Sabbath)
Every Sunday after church Ezekiel’s wheels spun and dazzled on the kitchen ceiling over their heads painted there by their words– I saw them there; those, and angels with wings covering jewel-toned eyes chanting “Holy, Holy, Holy,” and they did … Continue reading
Blog on a Kindle, anyone?
Hey all you bloggers out there–thought some of you might find this interesting.
as much
as spirit is wedded to this body threads through muscle and steps restless inside this cage called skin how lovely to know sometimes they are not so much opposed and how, with you both can blend in agreement and hum harmony together
Haiku Heights Prompt: True
love shot from the heart sings shining silver arrows, speaks in a straight line
loving the jazz man
he said to me once I had honey under my skin and he could smell it wild sweetness filling my veins like blood, and tasting it under my tongue with every kiss and I said I was his instrument and his … Continue reading
things you remember
wear your hair down tonight, he said before he kissed me and I will braid moonlight into it while you sleep you won’t even know I was there but for the strands tied off with light, ribbons that disappear as … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 