This morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. But, the Firefly Creative Writing #morningcoffeesessions motivated me to get my a%$ out of bed, get dressed, and get writing. (Nope, didn't brush my teeth. Yet.) This came first: on the edges of my mother's words a different version of her hangs on and then...nothing.… Continue reading Cake #morningcoffeesessions
Author: Vanessa Shields
Writer. Mother. Lover.
The Field #morningcoffeesessions
The Field the field knows me keeps coming to my mind like the wind’s mouth slightly parted exhaling the delicacies of the past inhaling the electricity of time the field is permanent the mole under my left breast the inflammation in my finger joints let’s recall the land the land that held the field thick… Continue reading The Field #morningcoffeesessions
Brother [electric]
Brother [electric] the smell of people lingers on the things they give away. walk in any second-hand store and your nose will tell you so. at the salvation army, the scent of loss is strong. [loss of life | loss of love | loss of home] it smells like tired dust, mourning mold, the sweat… Continue reading Brother [electric]
