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?

epidemic

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We don’t have dancing plagues anymore, healed by prayer to Saint Vitus, or stopped by death, but we miss the mass release psychosis can become when it’s copied by a crowd. I yearn for a season of fainting spells or contagious … Continue reading →

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unlove poetry

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I can’t unlove, say words backwards in a ritual minus dolls and pins: reverofouyevollliwi or take back this heart because you never held it it was here, beating it never left.

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Ani’s language

Posted on April 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

LISTEN TO THIS WOMAN! She looked like Ivory soap and bubblegum when I knew her, in that time before tattoos and attitude, too small for her guitar singing Shy into the mic her chords an electric spine for muscled words denying any … Continue reading →

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killed by a falling bed

Posted on April 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for Duncan If fate, or one of them, Moirai: the one with the scissors, has to cut this thread, I hope she doesn’t laugh while she does it, my manner of death more interesting than the way I choose to live: … Continue reading →

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Happy bloggoversary, people!

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Well, it has been a year that I have been on here blogging, so want to say thanks to everyone, you rock, and I am so grateful for the friendships that started on here electronically as a result of blogging! … Continue reading →

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Ottavia for the eighth

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Bad things most often come in threes, they say but who counted the deaths, the losses up to set that number?  A tribute to fate or the fates, perhaps; but what of the one whose wife, kids, cat, and dog … Continue reading →

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random Sunday night thinking

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I answer poetry with poetry a dialogue socratic in method speaking not in tongues but questions, as if circular reasoning like my tongue will tease out and seduce truth into declaring itself mine always mine if I will stop all foreplay and take … Continue reading →

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