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?

transience

brightness I yearn to taste faster than snowflake on my tongue melting sweet or cupped sunlight escaping palms unkeepable joy still skipping this shared and witnessed perfect transience  

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fairy tale: the not all that bad guy

I want to be the troll that lives under this bridge swing huge flat feet that never slip on shale slapping currents in water yes, I would feed on minnows and scatter tadpoles, my long, hairy fingers grabbing at ankles … Continue reading

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the boy on the street

you move through the day wrapped in music, cosseted, separate not listening to voices or birdsong, or car horns and braking wheels but the pop threaded cranially through the softest ear-buds, your ears wired, your head down, reading the screen instead … Continue reading

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After 17 years on a floppy, here is an unedited chapter from my novel–I have lots more of it than I thought…

Chapter Two I arrive home late, want to tell Stan about the calls, but he’s in his office with the door closed. This means he’s either writing or grading essays. Whatever he’s doing, he won’t appreciate being interrupted. I yank … Continue reading

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Fizzy Feelings and Fuzzy Physics: Heat

By Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels Dense  with entropy, warm interplay life’s strumming is thermal, made in heat and made with heat beginning in fusion and fission of stars heat riots everywhere, all ways stored in bonds and energy fields … Continue reading

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Some mornings, you wake up and read something that someone else wrote, and it so perfectly captures your own joy. Thanks, Mari, for crafting something so beautiful.

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Folk story erotica

if everything begins once upon a time let’s explore the princess and the pea with delicious sensitivity sleeping beauty ringed by thorns fondled by the prince before he kisses her awake and jack, with his stalk that grew as tall as … Continue reading

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