Snow in April March I know there’s three more days of March but my mind is in April, and my stomach is in Tuscany, and my spine is in bed, and my legs are knee deep in Lake Huron in July. I know the earth is spinning and that Mother Nature is getting dizzy and… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 28
POEM A DAY – MARCH 27
Why The Sun Shines So Brightly Today I’m certain that todaythe spirits are holding up the sun. That death is sitting on a benchsipping a strong orange pekoe in Washington Square Park – the black fenced in yard where the dogs play. I’m certainthat all the tears shedding today are made of starlight so the spirits holding… Continue reading POEM A DAY – MARCH 27
ON WRITING RETREAT…
Friends, for the next three days, I am on a self-guided writing retreat to complete the final draft of my young adult novel. I am in a piece of heaven...with Lake Erie flowing calmly around me. I have delicious, healthy food (and two Oh Henry bars. I mean, of course). I have water. I have… Continue reading ON WRITING RETREAT…
POEM A DAY – March 23
Paris for Breakfast This dreary morningI am at the Les Deux Magotsin Paris, sitting inside, my aching back pushed againstthe burgundy booth, squaretable over my legs like a shield. For sustenance, I order Le PetitDéjeuner Hemingway: eggs, danishjuice, and a café latte. I double-palmthe small white, branded coffee cup like it’s a puny cauldron filled with magic. I… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 23
VANESSA SHIELDS 