Bowling With My Dad Today if I couldI would meet my dadat the Bowlero Inhale the smooth scent of oil hot rubber beer friedfeel a bit shy renting shoeswhen he has his owna beautiful ball too the fancy bag to hold it all I’d let him type our nameson the flat-lettered keyboard –marvel at themDad … Continue reading Poem 78 – Bowling With My Dad
Month: March 2021
Poem 77 – Spindle
Spindle spins constantlypushed by the invisiblehands of Karma or Time or both flexible needle a moveable beastsnaking inside my body pin-tipped pricking my tonguemy eardrum the belly of my colonvocal chords eyeballs the tender cushions of my soles – my souleven in her graceful hiding spots oh my heart is a beloved destinationalas this curse is… Continue reading Poem 77 – Spindle
Poem 76 – Getting Up Earlier
Getting Up Earlier attempts to get up earlier are successful but woozyare their lullabies for the dawn?the song in my brain sings s l e e p it is so beautiful in the dark – under the spellof dreams still livingI am at the beach with Amy Poehler in a garage bulging with cobwebs &… Continue reading Poem 76 – Getting Up Earlier
Poem 75 – Etymology of Dead Line
Etymology of Dead Line curiosity about the etymologyof the word deadline leads meto a black & white photodated August 1864 of theBurial Detail at AndersonvilleConfederate Prison for Soldiers ‘dead line’ the space betweenlife & death the confluenceof the River Breath & the RiverNo Breath – a rough passage around the prison this line sofrightfully dug… Continue reading Poem 75 – Etymology of Dead Line
VANESSA SHIELDS 