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?

77 cents

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I want those 23 cents per dollar that some man made more than me for that precise thinking, for that same lifting, for my exact educational level and similar scrubbing–money lost for every second of my life worked I want … Continue reading →

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Posted on June 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Wow, people–READ this! If you are not following this man, you should be.

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Fizzy Feelings and Fuzzy Physics #1, Waves: A Duet

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

By Susan Daniels and Noel Ihebuzor I want to ride this wave suspended in stroking flow, the way a child rocks to sleep at night, body remembering the forward shove, the dragging back The mind surveys, questions the source the ends, … Continue reading →

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missed transits

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Even though it took all day to crawl across I missed the dark mote crossing the sun’s eye by moments remembering after sunset I wanted to watch for it here’s hoping the great-grandchildren look up, at least once in 2117

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the young voice

Posted on June 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the voice in those old poems is beautiful but so much aware of herself preening in the mirror so long grooming & perfecting the image she forgot what she was trying to say using it if I have a choice … Continue reading →

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the night we met (Jaman)

Posted on June 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

his hands hovered & covered 2 octaves each over that sweep of keys for those long fingers those flats and sharps rippled & tripled in ostinato block cord voicing striding & skipping spells on that baby grand hands making that instrument … Continue reading →

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prey

Posted on June 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this valley distorts sound so you can’t tell from which direction death is coming thin hunting calls of coyotes echo everywhere, slip inside open windows into my ears body poised for flight until I remember I am safe beneath blankets … Continue reading →

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