Storm chips for Charis in Western Bay, Newfoundland when a storm is coming the furor of nature likes to whip & lashthe dramatic landscapes – the armies of treesthe sassy coastlines the ancient rocks the ghostlybarrens – Western Bay looks like land clawedby a tantruming beast or a nibble out of thelush coast by a… Continue reading Poem 87 – Storm Chips
Author: Vanessa Shields
Writer. Mother. Lover.
Poem 86 – Leave the Mess
Leave the Mess leaving the mess insideto plant Forget-Me-Nots & Nasturtiumin pots to hang hooks & flagpolesone big blue star a sign that reads: This Is Our Happy Place later I’ll smell the sun in my skinits dusty comfortthe dirt under my nailswill sing the song of earth settling in the mess inside will waitgathering… Continue reading Poem 86 – Leave the Mess
Poem 85 – Gipsy Kings
Gipsy Kings Hey Google, play Gipsy Kings.I toss my request at the cone machineon the microwave as I get the sinkready for another round of washing dishes. The music starts. It is loud and full.I’ve been craving this latin, flamenco,gitanos Spanish Romani energy explosion;the thick voices, the fast guitar, the beautiful bass drummingto the rhythm of… Continue reading Poem 85 – Gipsy Kings
VANESSA SHIELDS 