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?

it flew to you

I loosed my heart once in a second of pure impulse, opened the cage of my chest & it flew to perch on your shoulder, all the while singing. When you left it went with you, made a nest in … Continue reading

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if we are one

if we are one like we said we were & yearn to be still then come without bitterness & I will abandon blame & we will fuse this broken thing we are into wholeness together

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enough

I think of you less often than I want to & far more often than I should, but, I have learned to savor unexpected sweetness when I find it & whatever quantity is available is sufficient, like a hummingbird, feeding … Continue reading

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Hunger Strike (for Timothy Dolan)

A prince of the church threatens a hunger strike, but it is not his own fasting he promises. Sir, if you will not feed the hungry, if you will not tend the sick & the dying, & if you will … Continue reading

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I am not having fun today!

Just for kicks, and because I need to start a new folder of rejection letters, as the old file is dusty and over 17 years old, I decided to put a manuscript together and send it here. Why not start … Continue reading

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Borders (Walking with Jon)

Not lovers yet, we passed long nights walking together, our summer sandals marking minutes on cracked sidewalks as we continued a conversation we swore we would never tire of or finish. Once, we walked into another country starting from my front … Continue reading

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No borrowing jackets, please

At the end of a workday where I have squeezed plump, juicy, unruly words into shoes two sizes too small, and made those shoes so shiny, combed out tangled subject-verb agreements and trimmed those dangling participles, I want my poetry … Continue reading

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