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
Author: Vanessa Shields
Writer. Mother. Lover.
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
VANESSA SHIELDS 