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?

Alchemy

Takes this guy a while to finish a poem, but what a result…

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on peepers and ice booms

Spring comes late where the ice boom holds bloom until April the song starts soft, floats to kiss night after sun’s setting and there, unfolds to full cry, open throats singing the season Backstory on the Niagara ice boom.

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some days

Some days the hours I spend asleep wait for me to catch up, sunlight tapping impatience against the bedroom window as I spin a long list of to do’s that won’t happen. Some mornings need clamors around my knees, tripping if I don’t … Continue reading

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Day 30 self-cento

Worth skimming, but I do not fear drowning. and roller coasters. it takes millennia to make anything worked deep into spring soil the way bears know it, so they are smarter than us, than any made rose broken on pavement (even if … Continue reading

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intentional weeds

edible yellow interweaving clover small suns tangle in forget-me-nots stain feet dark brown as cinquefoil grabs ankles and there, wild thyme low-slung oregano scents  mornings after mowing who wants a day smelling only of orchard grass no matter how sweet that … Continue reading

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Praise Sunday: Best Blogs (w/c April 28th)

I am completely thrilled that my poem was chosen for this post! Beautifully done, with excerpts, etc.

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lune(acy): A Collom lune chain

If I say peepers chime new constellations,  danced along the treeline, instead of simply sighing because  beauty breaks sweet these spring nights, blame the moon for this clarity, my blood spun into sound that only perigee can make sing.

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