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?

visiting Lois

faces are not faces any more but parts of the room to her–a roomscape with no sun ever setting & the days uncharted by anything but the brightness of this fluorescent & linoleum reality of a waiting room overlooking a … Continue reading

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how to make an African blush

for Celestine, Noel, Boomie & Obinna it begins as brightness under skin a blossoming of heat visible in the earlobes & softening just a little the corners of the eyes so they crinkle into almost smiles all of you tell me it … Continue reading

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the dance

lipsticked she slow-danced tonight with two boys & I remember that magic on the edge of 13 when something in the center of the chest buds & begins to open she asked me tonight if I still like dancing or … Continue reading

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Haiku Heights: Pain

something so well formed should never shatter to shards– glass that cuts my palms

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apocalypse poem #7–terminus

there are a million small deaths waiting– one for each of us predicted, certain each end as real as every beginning if this world does fall further past gravity’s tumble we do not need to reach ashes before our rise & … Continue reading

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Originally posted on Rule of Stupid:
My previous post generated some comments between myself and Susan – which after some editing became this! So. If you fancy it, I offer a challenge. From your own blog (or another), can you…

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Thoughts on time (a duet)

By Noel A. Ihebuzor and Susan L. Daniels the sound of time being kept but never held compare this to the heart beating, ticking bleeping, never sleeping yet not keeping time just hugging and holding scents and traces from its … Continue reading

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