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 January 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on faceatthewindow:
You get powdered milk then coca cola through a rubber teat soon it’s cigarettes and stolen beers other girls hate you climbing into cars with their boys who won’t buy you teddy bears, cards with love…

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scales (this time, with saudade)

Posted on January 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

if I set this globe to scale as an orange then we are two dust motes on it– no, even less than dust perhaps atoms on opposing halves and sides of that orange and how could that orange allow awareness … Continue reading →

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Small Stones for January

Posted on January 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Hey, guys–check this out Here is mine for the day: there are no more new worlds to sail or fly to we must find newness here

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there should be proof for this (multiple perspectives)

Posted on January 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

there should be a proof for this an equation Eisenstein in scope where faith and chaos as variables cancel each other when encompassed/divided by the number of atoms in the universe and we are left with a constant underlying the calculations … Continue reading →

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Posted on January 1, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Stephen Kellogg's Blog:
Response poem to Susan Daniels skank/goddess (not a nice girl) poem here. skank / goddess response Skank by some, goddess by others Her scent lingers as she passes by Smoker for sure She…

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skank/goddess (not a nice girl)

Posted on December 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is raw woman, unfiltered like her Pall Malls and not quite housebroken sharpening her acrylics on the good furniture the kind you don’t give your address because you just know she’d drive across a continent without restroom breaks shouting … Continue reading →

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the girl who said she broke her imagination

Posted on December 31, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

children speak poetry before they know words for it, like the time my daughter said she was running bumped her head and broke her imagination I kissed the bones keeping that magic where her curls are tightest and told her no … Continue reading →

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