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?

It’s not a poem unless it rhymes

Posted on April 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Poems are not fossilized insects, caught mid-buzz in amber, shakespeared museum pieces with the correct number of feet in the meter, waiting to be dusted off and counted, or fizzed in pop culture, orange soda shaken and hallmarked to the … Continue reading →

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La Carte du Tendre

Posted on April 27, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I never made a map to myself, except through poetry. I am open country not requiring a guide, unless one wants to summon flora and fauna by name. That women needed to explain themselves through an intricate game could be a … Continue reading →

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stones, bones, and perigee

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

moonset near perigee pulls my blood into a fall east and I want to worship it spin unhinged the way a dervish does or maybe strut a more choreographed joy like a bollywood dancer raising one eyebrow flirted in time to … Continue reading →

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sema

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

in the beginning the arms are crossed the body unbloomed bowed tight, folded contained a marionette needing strings snapped through the spin and in  it there is surrender the call to open/loose room for arms to shape an unstudied empty wide enough … Continue reading →

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Notes from an Atheist:

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Agree, disagree, agree to disagree–no matter. I think we can all agree this is one HELL of a poem.

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The Morning After

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

If wine is bottled poetry what is the cure for intoxication when, having drunk too deep I dance to the reeling word keeping time to music only I hear, when the bottle sits, empty and spun after a  game spinning … Continue reading →

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Faith(less): a sijo

Posted on April 25, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We whining dots shade/the corner/of a pointillist painting. Lose the art/we have no eyes for it/if we look deep/we see Symmetry/water-spun/the message/of diatoms.

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