Travel Memory In a minivan on the interstate driving to Maine.My boyfriend drives, my mother sits in the passenger seat.Me and my sister take the middle seats, and the cousin visiting from Italy sits in the back. I was seventeen…eager and horny, angry when my momwouldn’t let me and the boyfriend sleep in the same bed.At… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 12
POEM A DAY – March 11
Today's poem is inspired by a line in a poem I received in my inbox from Poets.org. Thank you, Leila and the Poets.org family! Don’t mind the sea at the doorFrom Leila Chatti’s ‘The World Is Too Much With Us’ It’s still night-thick dark when I open the back door.‘Go pee,’ I cue. The dog… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 11
POEM A DAY – March 10
I see faces remind myself: this is what love made, what love makessafe repetition, rigorous reminding, that first sip of french-pressed coffeeand now, the spring song of birds and that open-mouthed morning mawof mother nature sighing - we did it again, we survived another winterthen the blue jay screams of protest: many did not survive,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 10
POEM A DAY – March 9
Tests mammogram this afternoon followed by an ultrasound followed by worry followed by lookatthesun followed by dropping off taxes followed by meeting with the printer followed by editing followed by worry followed by reading followed by tea followed by driving followed by trust followed by mybodyishealthyandstrong followed by spring air followed by dinner followed by… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 9
VANESSA SHIELDS 