In excitement for our upcoming Erotic Writing Retreat, here's a little poetic dittie for hump day. Hee. Hump. hands on she looks for hands:where they touchhow they holdor hang lonely especially in restaurantswhen people pair like wine & meatshe looks for palms on hipsor fingers braided with fingers she remembers feeling ribsunder wet skin, the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 11
POEM A DAY – February 10
Before I fell asleep last night, we were watching Dune. And before that, the leftover brownie's from Super Bowl were chanting my name. And before that, my left forearm was tingling. And before that we were talking about parties. Turns out my subconscious gathered all this information and created a dream narrative for me! Except… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 10
POEM A DAY – February 9
Monday Morning Reflection on a Sunday Evening Thing I Did (Maybe) It’s quite possible that yesterday at my friend’s houseas I was lounging on the sofa, and talking aboutBad Bunny’s Super Bowl half-time extravaganzaI stuck my finger in my ear and caught a chunk of skinunder my nail and then looked at it…all the whilecontinuing… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 9
POEM A DAY – February 8
Guess who'll be at the big game today?! FYI: The game takes place in Santa Clara, California... Hail Mary Likely seated in the nosebleeds, Mary, Mother of God, and Saint Clare (Santa Clara), patron saint of television, telecommunications and eye disease, will be fan-girling over finger fumbles, tush push touchdowns, sassy snaps, blitz buzz, pocket… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 8
VANESSA SHIELDS 