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?

Clay (take 2)

Posted on February 22, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for T If  I could, I would make this A measurable thing; I would breathe into it My spirit, animate this vessel While it is unwedged potential Balanced in my palms, Before that slap and press So similar to a … Continue reading →

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Nkemkama

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

purpleeyed lemur long-limbing it up curtains instead of vines, she slides sinuous into cat-shaped corners. Nkemkama means “mine is the best” in Igbo.

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Cultural Graffiti

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This is an old, old poem I am revising, as I believe it still has relevance today.  This does have ***FOUL LANGUAGE***  in it (I use a word in here I have never said–ever, and I don’t read this one … Continue reading →

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anniversaries

Posted on February 21, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Some days we celebrate meetings, marrying, birthing but others days without gifts, cakes, and kisses resonate loss we call healed that still stirs, deep and quiet under the sternum, waking for a moment when eyes meet the calendar and we pause, … Continue reading →

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Clay

Posted on February 20, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for T If I could, I would make this a palpable thing, weigh and shape yearning like clay wheeled into fantastic forms, hollowed by hands and glazed with promises only you hear. Something this big resists firing but withstands heat. Try … Continue reading →

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Dirty work

Posted on February 19, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

For Claudia The sainted stained with earth, the poets soaked in ink and the artists dripping color who do not paint rainbows but wear them, and the potters with clay under their fingernails; they all breathe a working vital as what … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 19, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on A Prayer Like Gravity:
Words I found on my lips upon waking: “Do you know what it would look like,this portentousness, this guild of lost flowers?” A passage that struck me later in the day while reading…

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