Dirt sometimes it surprises me how much dirt gets under my fingernails the deep browns the flat blacks the urgent yells of green grime but I secretly love the two-step process of burrowing a nail under a nail and scraping out the grot then scraping out the grot again – the small collection of yuck… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 27
Author: Vanessa Shields
Writer. Mother. Lover.
POEM A DAY – February 26
Writing The Novel, Year Three You realize that all the characters in the novel you’ve been writing are parts of You. You realize that healing is spectral magic sifting through the fractures you’ve suffered into as you breathe, breathe, breathe through this living we mash up with the hammers of time. You realize the air… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 26
POEM A DAY – February 25
Below Zero, Again I’d like to announce that I am ready to farewell my bootsto stop untwisting and yanking up socks that come half off whensaid boots get stuck as I almost-fall trying to balance, heaviedby a picky-feathered winter parka – I’m done, thank you. I burned my forearm whilst taking dinner out of the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 25
POEM A DAY – February 24
A Woman Now I remember when I was in my thirtieswhen motivation was abundant andmy muscles were always tender fromthe hard tearing in group ex Body Pumpclass at the women’s gym. I watchedolder women around me, judging their plumpbellies and soft arms, in awe of the stay-the-sameness of their bodies. I didn’tunderstand why after so… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 24
VANESSA SHIELDS 