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?

Opening

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Spring is less tentative now, stretching degrees upwards to short-sleeve weather though snow still hides in ditches and the shaded side of trees, there is softening, opening of the air to blooming, untasted since tannins painted days sepia, yellowing the … Continue reading →

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Roadkill

Posted on March 10, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

That run, not away from but under tires, inevitable, I know it reflected in that unblinking flash of eyes and tail white in my headlights bone meets metal in an unstoppable grind to nothing but blood on concrete, cooling to a statistic … Continue reading →

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al(but not quite)most

Posted on March 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

You brought perfume for Valentine’s day, but it was Jovan’s Musk for Men, and because it wasn’t as bad or as permanent as tattooing my name dark blue, misspelled, right where your neck fuses into your chest, that clavicular arc I … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

God help us.

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random generated insanity

Posted on March 9, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Everyone’s bipolar, he says, preaching paradox and reductio ad absurdum easy, as if insanity is imperative, unremarkable as brown eyes or blond hair, and we, drying tears from our vision crave the pain dosed away with prescription pills plump with  placebo crap. … Continue reading →

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Posted on March 8, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on BroadBlogs:
It’s not often – if ever – that you can witness a man grooming a woman to accept battering. We now have a visual record of how one man attempted it. And it may help to…

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Ubi bene, ibi patria

Posted on March 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

my fatherland is the land of my mother, the deep woods in summer, lichen walls shelved by bracket fungi where green is the color of silence I will gather moss, bed down wildness and breathe home

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