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
POEM A DAY – March 22
As I mentioned in my last post, on Friday I was at a fundraiser where I offered Poetry on Demand. What is that? It is a fun, poem-making experience I've been doing for years...I have bowls of word cubes that people choose from...up to three words per person. Sometimes they choose randomly. Sometimes they look… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 22
POEM A DAY – March 21
one day into spring and i’m floating on a raftof poetry…short, fat chunksof stanzas braided withmermaid hair…and hopethe water (made of tears) isbedazzled by the sun:death keeps scooping people upand I think she’s tired tooof all the heaving last nightthere was so much magicthough, just like…everywhereon everyone…skin so goose-bumped we looked like aliensall that lifting… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 21
POEM A DAY – March 20
The Result is a Tired Poem staccato sleepmind frenzied, frazzledawake in the four o’clock hourtrembling HAPPY EQUINOX!!! HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THIS DAY!!!
VANESSA SHIELDS 