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?

Before

Thanks KB Did she dance or fall, steps choreographed By gods or devils, before the moon’s birth; Her hands stained by fruit already bitten? I cannot know, because I am no Eve. I do not remember innocence. I was never … Continue reading

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small stone 1/10/2013

Once sun strikes that ice, it will slick to a tractionless slide tires try to grab and instead spin.  The speedometer goes to 60 in that burn to go (any)where, but you are fixed and spun; not up or down, forward or … Continue reading

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too tired to name it

Defeated, broken sagged set to the shoulders I can list 100 modifiers for and never really catch what it means to walk into a lit kitchen, hours late and past the point of any be(lie)vable excuse, though you spun lots of … Continue reading

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Originally posted on Rule of Stupid:
Conflict comes because two people are searching for the truth and think they have contradictory information. War comes because someone wants another person to agree with them regardless of the truth. Eventually it was…

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1/9/13 small stone

What is infinite, if not something that defies measuring?  This, where we stand or walk, lie dreaming or just sit on a hill, or a stone, or grass, or around a fire, chanting; this had a beginning, and is not … Continue reading

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Small stone 1/8/13

I am full body and thick bones.  If I travel to you through ether, then it is not me weaving a shirt for you from pine needles.  It is not me feeding you stone soup and snow bread that will only break butter.  

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roses (metrical experiment)

I believe bloom and know of red I have explored the sting of thorns but there is more to being rose than what is seen and what I know what those roots taste as they drink earth in another kind … Continue reading

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