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?

After-words

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

F o r c e d inside the old forms (I will make them fit though they are comfortable as shoes two sizes too small), I walk, limping slightly, hope you do not see beyond the tensed jaw/closed smile Do … Continue reading →

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I tire of the virgins (who still reads this stuff anyway?)

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I tire of the virgins that tremble on covers of dime and drug store novels whose honor carefully guarded flutters between thighs so eager to part & the heroes sickeningly predictable bore with sardonic stares & kisses that bruise the … Continue reading →

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Shy

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Because you are I do not see the first violets, feel sun warm my bare skin.  Spring begins and I do not look for eggshells, robin’s nests, forsythia In dreams I touch your mouth I would like to tell you … Continue reading →

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Night wraps her, familiar

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Night wraps her, familiar as the old velvet robe empty in the thrift shop window she passes.   Like lover’s whispers recalled in dreams, she knows the voice inside wind, & skin remembers its precise caress, a pattern traced to … Continue reading →

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perigee 1992: 2012 revision

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the moon is closer to her window than it has ever been, so she must open her arms in ritual embrace that honors the ancient ellipses binding planets & sun in their movements together. Closer, the moon moves her suddenly into rhythm … Continue reading →

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Flea market

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

old glass fractures sun to rainbow splinters hot enough to scorch wood while mechanical birds call back and forth wound singing: neon parrots scarlet macaws ultramarine parakeets chained to the same song over and over, an old skipped record interrupting … Continue reading →

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cold comfort

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

so many sinners loved this woman that his fists (heavy for such a small man) become iron cast to hammer words like coffin nails into this podium or through the palms of the god-become-man he loves so much it should … Continue reading →

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