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?

muse-ridden

Posted on February 14, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Forgetting to tie my shoes or cook breakfast, like an idiot savant crunching numbers between his teeth, savoring their sweet-saltiness and solving problems faster than calculator memory, or the five-year-old that bows deep, bowing and plucking violin strings with more skill than the … Continue reading →

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rather like gilgamesh

Posted on February 13, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Rather like Gilgamesh I need a man not yet made a stone brother to match strength to strength so I remember (after the earth quiets from our meeting) something of gentleness

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Last minute

Posted on February 13, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Tonight I take the last bag of candy from the pharmacy shelf colored red and pink and wrapped separately so my son can sign his name with his novice four letters 24 times because that’s me, always on the cusp … Continue reading →

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germ(i)nation

Posted on February 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It’s time to start the nightshades not the brilliant berries red and deadly as any poison apple but their cousins– peppers, tomatoes, ground cherries seeds on my table lifted on a toothpick planted the depth of one breath mist-watered small … Continue reading →

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February

Posted on February 12, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Mid-February keeps it’s time, holding tight to snow and earth frozen to raw mud.  Before sap runs this month will ignore returning birds and snap and swallow budding back to whiteness, allowing no green except naked grass, uncovered where sun … Continue reading →

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the math of one

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

This space I occupy can be ciphered if a formula exists for these boundaries but I am less body than biosphere mostly uncounted and misunderstood greater than the sum of parts added in catcalls. My lips are the dividend of strawberries. … Continue reading →

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