I spent about 7.5 minutes on Instagram before I wrote this poem. I wish I could be like Austin Kleon who seems to have figured out his place in the etherwebs, and continues to thrive as 'himself'. I don't know. I got another major rejection on Friday. This one is taking it's sweet old time… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 19
POEM A DAY – April 18
Yellow Fish I have one of those standing fish vases mouth agape, awaiting waterbefore it glug, glug, glugs in joyoussonority after I fill it, pour. It is yellow. It waits beside the blue flower pothoming a lush fern. Yesterday, afterthe panicked rush to the vetafter stuffing my face with freshpita and garlic, after making a nutella cookie sandwich,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 18
POEM A DAY – April 17
it is a risky move and the timing is never going to be right w(itch) makes sense considering there’s never a good time to ground myself in the swirling extraordinary chaotic energy of using my voice as a translator for my heart’s mad rationalities. it is not lost on me, that the stress of throat-chakra… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 17
POEM A DAY – April 16
Before I Write This Poem I push downmy cuticles.The strikingpain waxesmy fingernail moons. I thinkof the plumptoad in the backyard.He’s staringat you, my sister-in-lawsays. Mymother callsme her witchydaughter.
VANESSA SHIELDS 