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Author Archives: Susan L Daniels
the crust
I make bread not the way mom and grandma did, kneading until knuckles were clean of flour but with my Kitchenaid with a dough hook funny how that smell of bread, still warm cut open spread with butter and honey … Continue reading
End of March, beginning of April
I am a hunter of fiddleheads and spruce tips for a spring salad in this time of snow still melting on the north side of the hill and leaves not yet raked up at the edges of my lawn this … Continue reading
29 years later
29 years after I bound up and silenced that voice in my head/in my heart or wherever it is we carry love and defend it even when it hurts us, that voice coming from the same place baby chimps listen … Continue reading
A charm against loneliness
I. Ingredients Local honey. One apple, core not quite removed, like the space left empty for brown sugar and raisins, if we were baking, which we are not. One name, murmured at night just before dreaming. II. Method Write the name … Continue reading
March Hill
Its March and the sap started in February so who knows when the maples will bud in this cycle of freeze/false spring we know so well here but its March and we’ve all lived past that high peak, the one … Continue reading
This is not why we are born
This is not why we are born, So that our deaths and the men that make then can become the next step in the social medialization of outrage, the emoji tears for a murder scattered in bytes and not sliding … Continue reading
No more heroes
Superman doesn’t fly anymore since his heart stopped and now, with Lois Lane dead who would he rescue anyway? Our problems are too tricky to solve by spinning the planet backwards anymore/anyway We outgrew our old superheroes and made new … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 