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?

who gets me versus who got me

For Thom the men who understand me are the peace marchers the world walkers the men who show up at my door travel-stained wearing recycled-tire sandals from Africa & who preach the gospel of pure veganism; the men that get … Continue reading

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #4): Church

She loved going to service with me Sunday mornings, until the rustling of 150 bibles turning to the right passage became a fluttering distraction how could she listen, get comfort when she was still frantically looking for the exact verse … Continue reading

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #3): Faces, or the unstrung kite

What are faces to my mother who no longer feels the tug of relationship, that nagging sensation that used to say when a face belonged to a friend, a husband, a daughter. Faces lost their meaning & history for her, … Continue reading

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Zoe’s haiku

Remember the other day, when I wrote about Zoe and I trying out some haiku together?  She wants to share some with you 🙂 *** its state math test time our pencils tap the answer fingers drumming desks *** bright blue … Continue reading

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Clarity (Haiku Heights Prompt 4/28)

waking, I comb out snarled colors/tangled dreaming groomed to clarity *** pure clarity of one drop of rainwater, poised on a blade of grass *** birdsong, like bright bells such rough, joyous clarity ringing in the day

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poetry swarm

words buzz circles in my consciousness, so loud the swarming wakes me at 3 a.m. faster than any alarm clock could so they can spiral desperately to breed & nest formed thought on paper I can’t write them fast enough– catch them, or they … Continue reading

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #2)

she held my son in her lap when he knew 2 words & she had forgotten all hers but they were smiling together love needs no spoken language

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