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?

some thoughts on early winter

Posted on November 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are things winter owns besides this  axial tilt shortening days & steaming breath it is icicle teeth grazing the edge of the roof hungry for the heat inside & how the moon, no longer warm readies her blades to sketch … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Rule of Stupid:
In the town where I reside the main shopping area is a fairly large sprawl. For all you Americans, yes, I know, it’s barely a block – but for England, it’s a large sprawl.…

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meat

Posted on November 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I like the taste of meat that blood kissing fire in that not quite caramelization the civilized call Maillard but I’m not civilized & maybe if I thought of cows instead of beef & those birds I named instead of chicken before … Continue reading →

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stormchasing

Posted on November 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I have looked into hurricane eyes & found the pause you call peace that I call breathing deep an energy save between screams don’t get used to the quiet it breaks easy

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have you heard the sound of the sun

Posted on November 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the sun spins compositions the way stars shout across vacuum– electromagnetic spectra that resonate under matter we vibrate to like struck tuning forks but it is our substance the metal in our bones quiet bells sounding– the earth sighs, too & i … Continue reading →

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the christmas tree farm

Posted on November 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

forests have voices but these farmed needled trees arranged in priced rows can only whisper wildness learned through roots touched to roots what it means to be pine a memory quietly hummed & almost scented beneath the bite of snow & resin … Continue reading →

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be prepared

Posted on November 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

be prepared was what i learned in girl scouts but they never prepared me for anything besides making boondoggle & granny squares though mine were circles because i can never remember not to add a crucial turn of the hook … Continue reading →

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