Tonka Truck I saved up my allowance(wrinkled grey and white onescrisp pink and red twos…wishing fora brisk blue five) and yearned forgarage-sale saturdays, for usednovels, torn-cornered and spinecrusted, for Barbie clothes and singleplastic white heels with the toesteeth-marked, for marbles and micro-machines, for slinkies and stickers:I wasn’t looking for the truck. Bright yellow metal, as… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 5
POEM A DAY – March 4
*Gentle Warning:There is an expletive in this poem. Its contents describe a panic attack. panikattack in Ikea. my body undoing in the doing of buying, in the doing of being daughter-side, too many people, too many things, too much ‘this is how to live in spaces with things’, the lights daggering, my eyes double-visioning, lost… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 4
POEM A DAY – March 3
Simple but Huge Thank youbodyfor another dayto love
POEM A DAY – March 2
“…that harsh and strangled sound…”From Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s After I wish that wars we wage are eternally internalthat the bombs we drop are chakra bound that thebullets we shoot are philosophy loaded thatour harsh struggles are the wrangling of valuesnegotiating love’s forces…that the strangled soundsof pain are proof that when we love ourselves whenwe harness… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 2
VANESSA SHIELDS 