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?

Refrigerator Poems

Posted on January 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I’ve drawn people in scribbles and had them taped up on my mother’s refrigerator and maybe I am a decent kitchen poet, a step or two above hallmark but stop telling me you love my good enough– that this is … Continue reading →

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1/7/13 small stone

Posted on January 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Pine needles, still smelling of Christmas– litter swept into the dustpan.

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yellow/black

Posted on January 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Under the hard light of January everything is ugly; shoes my daughter’s toes will poke through and slave-made poisoned toys my son wants winking through excess packaging, things built to break and none of it fixable, all of it hungry … Continue reading →

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Posted on January 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Perfect–Alice has worded this so perfectly.

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small stone 01/06/2013

Posted on January 6, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for Trent — we seem to keep bouncing ideas off each other. If only you could see what I have seen with your eyes, you said. Show me.  Show me what my words paint, because in daylight they fly the colors of … Continue reading →

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home

Posted on January 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

In your not-speaking that shout twists in your throat. Speak the snake before you choke on it. I am willing to sacrifice silence for eventual peace.

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envisioning winter

Posted on January 5, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I want to find that place where visions approach the way wild deer take apple slices from gloved hands if they are hungry, and I am still.  Do visions come in winter?  I cannot hold winter; blood too warm to … Continue reading →

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