Tag Archives: Women

Crone: Thoughts on seeing my roots for the first time in 20 years

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

It starts innocent:  What color is the hair I hid for 20 years, first for fashion and then as a shaytel of dark in a box I leave on a shelf, unused for 2 months. I have gone from maiden to … Continue reading →

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the perfect thing

Posted on July 23, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

for Kyle and Holly Yesterday a child was squeezed into being and breath, was weighed and gendered and possibly named but he’s no king of mine and no more miracle than the daily 370,000 squalling, shitting, hungry just born people … Continue reading →

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Ophelia–A poem by Susan Daniels and KB

Posted on July 13, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

I. He sent me to a nunnery, either convent or whorehouse Did not matter, as long as it was away, the great Elizabethan F— off for a tormented soul’s manic pixie dream girl. There was nowhere I could end up … Continue reading →

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Unwomen

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

We are pretty plastic, poured and molded To the same shape.  Push us out of cardboard, Precut, with slits for paper dress tabs, a uniform Chain of girls, patterned, pressed, and folded, Always holding hands.  We know our place And stay … Continue reading →

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for the Iranian woman who kicked the cleric who told her to cover up

Posted on September 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

  in a place where it is easier to force women to hide their bodies than it is to expect men to avert their eyes, what did she show on the street to make him ask her to cover herself? … Continue reading →

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is this the Olympics or miss USA?

Posted on August 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sorry about the hair women girls, I was busy shaping this  body these muscles that strength tight and precise as a strung bow to send flesh like the toned arrow it is into that shiny gold target too busy to notice the … Continue reading →

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in our place

Posted on July 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I guess we feminist woman-loving/man-hating child devouring witches of women (which I have been told I am, just for having a voice and a mind, and not hiding either) no longer know our place and we need to be schooled on who … Continue reading →

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