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?

refraction

Posted on May 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

today overlaps dual-exposed on the retinae stretches all buses to double-deckers and cupcakes rise in ghost wedding cake layers my eyes are dreaming though the body walks awake ***Who knew a pharmacologic side effect could inspire poetry?

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

weird sounds: the bellgoat

Posted on May 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on eulonia country:
bellgoat comes from over the mountain. a bellgoat is your neighbor growing out her hair. bellgoat knows the anatomy by heart of every dream in which you will end up running after somethingyou can’t see.…

Posted in New Free Verse | 3 Comments

velliety into volition

Posted on May 16, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Paul (from somewhere in Romans):  For I do not do what I want, but do the very thing I hate.   If only I were a better mother a kinder daughter a truer lover, less a liar sighed into air and forgotten; inclination … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , | 41 Comments

memory

Posted on May 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

  We all have shadows, person-shaped thrown against our hearts sometimes, mine dance.    

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , , , , | 29 Comments

the promiscuity of pollen

Posted on May 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Summers, I drive past regimented rows of patented plants weedless and well-watered behind signs saying where seed DNA was spun, like gold from straw was once, magic from a mundane wheel; but centrifuged stiltskin-like and greedy for progeny. There’s no stopping the … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , | 29 Comments

what we are

Posted on May 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for T   I don’t read tarot any more or enumerate names, but there is safety in archetypes predicting the obvious and blaming a planetary dance for the outcome. What we are is more real than a construct of cards fanned flat on … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 63 Comments

when the weather breaks

Posted on May 13, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Spring is an egg, chipped and spilling rain (not the blue robin’s egg we know, but the gray marble sky reflected in the nests of house sparrows). Impatient, we pace, count steamed breath, wait for weather to break, for what stirs under … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , | 27 Comments