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?

Posted on February 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Waiting for the Karma Truck:
This is one of the few pictures we have of my mom and her family before the war.  She was an adorable little girl who grew into a beautiful and haunted woman.…

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It is dangerous to love a poet

Posted on January 31, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It is dangerous to love a poet who blows emotion into rainbow animals; orange giraffes, pink dogs, purple monkeys– her balloon bestiary handed off to anyone who stops to admire her skill and their lightness. That some are shaped to your … Continue reading →

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Small stone 1/31/2013

Posted on January 31, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Degrees graphed like telemetry spikes on a screen, vacillating from 66 to 20 in 24 hours in a temperature flatline.  Call a code, someone.  Our climate has crashed.

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small stone 1/30/2013

Posted on January 30, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

if stones could bloom those small, mineral seeds would open amethyst and sapphire flowers that never fade– brilliant but scentless

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Mali(the price of jihad)

Posted on January 30, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Mali slides through speakers a desert snake tonguing my ears, that word close to what I named a doll once, chasing memory the second I hear the country on the radio while I read of Konna where burned-out tanks and … Continue reading →

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The light menu (for Terry)

Posted on January 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We wield  full abdomens risen like yeast dough proofed and ready for baking in parodies of pregnancy, but we don’t deliver anything live from these, supersized past plus. Filling up on the light menu still means feeding past sate to bloat on the … Continue reading →

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small stone 1/28/2013

Posted on January 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Fog is not tiptoeing anywhere here tonight–it is flowing gray/black stripes across the road like a ghost tiger chasing winter.

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