Author Archives: Susan L Daniels

Unknown's avatar

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?

What she said (a sort of roundel)

Posted on October 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Return to me, love.  My feet are planted deep in this country, sole to earth, rooted in the same soil where my father’s bones sleep. My spirit flows here, exhaled and rebreathed. Return to me and take what is offered. … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , | 20 Comments

Reinventing the Medicine King

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

In other countries, they call it baptism, that moment yielded to burn, when flesh rises like incense. Not here. We want to know why,  but what can be said of worship when there is nothing left to give but this … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 19 Comments

cinders

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

pumpkins are unpredictable; not always orange and nothing is guaranteed not even a ride back from the ball I stood there, slippers shattering under the weight of too much dancing but the gourd stayed a gourd, implacably vegetable once the … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 58 Comments

Shutdown/Slimdown/Dumbdown

Posted on October 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We just turned off the news in our house. We are already, just a few days into it, sick of the rhetoric.  The brinkmanship of 80 members of the House of Reps, whipped by the BS of one Alfonso Cruz … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , | 28 Comments

this ain’t art it’s digital mindporn

Posted on October 4, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

if you read this and call me brilliant for that nanosecond I stopped writing paperclips metaphorically and became instead disposable lightly curved steel useful only in my holding together the curled sum of so many pages you have forgotten (this … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , , | 16 Comments

Indian Summer–a tanka

Posted on October 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I need to burn this embered red on simple green– how frost mimics fire the shades of burning, smokeless kissed light on the edge of leaves.

Posted in tanka | Tagged , , , | 7 Comments

When You Leave

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

When you leave there will be empty in my hands instead of the enough filling my mouth I choked on; spitting out sour words instead of the sweet I used to own. When you leave I will have an empty … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , | 34 Comments