Clementines my son peels a clementinein one fell swoop, the orangepocked skin hanging likea torn remnant. I tell him I don’t really likeclementines. He says writea poem about how youdon’t really like clementinesthen he walks to the kitchenand puts the peel in thefood recycle bin andeats the tangy bulbous bits. My tastebuds lift, turn away,at… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 5
Interview with Alison Gadsby
I met Alison Gadsby many moons ago at the Toronto Junction Reads Prose reading series she's been curating and hosting for nearly two decades now. Alison is a bright light in a big city, passionately shining her light on prose writers, offering them a friendly stage in which to read and share and sell their… Continue reading Interview with Alison Gadsby
POEM A DAY – April 4
How To Be Everywhere stand near a windowexhaleeye the skythe tops of the treeslike pointing fingertipslift memories from theirroots, roots deep in groundsroots, I pushed deeply intosand, soil, concrete – claimingthe places, imprinting them into my cells for the needed occasion, for the alchemy of corridor-ed leading beyond the kitchen close my eyesinhalesplendor my centreopen my ribsconjure the lakeinvite the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 4
POEM A DAY – April 3
wearing a dress on a spring morning green with white flowersballoon sleevesleft slit thigh-high calves and toeswinter hairywedding bandsmagnet ringbeaded necklacefeather earringsfrom auntie M wind whips close eyeshead backarms wideheart open secure themessagein skin here nowgust-ed and these...everywhere. Beauty, beauty, beauty!
VANESSA SHIELDS 