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?

Someplace imaginary

I can pretend innocence, say the me he dreams is all him, but when he says somewhere imagined he is mine completely, and there, together we will be gods catching moonlight in buckets poured into pools to swim in, he has … Continue reading

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speak it

No stranger to myth I have shaped gods; golden calves, baby bulls of heaven recast before any can approximate worship because my God is jealous already, his world gravid with idols , and                   … Continue reading

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James was right about a lot of things

James was right about a lot of things and if he heard the words your lips made he would wonder if you would try ever to kiss me with that mouth or if I could taste past the bitterness rolled … Continue reading

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Inana

Before Babylon was synonymous with sin, what she sold was holy, the closest we got to paradise when the dead went nowhere but down, jealous of ritual meals and scant libations. Now, she paints her mouth redder than nightshade, sweet poison. For … Continue reading

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A Haiku a Day in April

Well, as I am sure you are aware, April is National Poetry Month, and to celebrate, the folks at Haiku Heights (click on the name for more info) are running a haiku-a-day challenge, with prompts.  I am not sure I … Continue reading

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Wow. Good Friday, Shrinks style. Love it.

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pass(ing)over

what parent chooses one child over another or a people sending frogs and flies to prove a point of preference the blood on the lintels, the bodies of children shattered like clay pots the shouts of those parents, echoed are … Continue reading

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