I'm very happy it's Friday. The coldest cold is on her way. Settle in. Eat soup. Nestle necks. Spread love. REMEMBER THIS FEELING SO I DON'T DO IT AGAIN - HAIKU late night cerealsurreal bloat, stomach mountainsquatty-potty stool
Author: Vanessa Shields
Writer. Mother. Lover.
POEM A DAY – January 22
My Little Pony Lunchbox We walked seven blocks to and from the saint schoola ragtag bunch of kids with shoelaces around our scrawny neckskeys to adulthood cold-metalled over our banging hearts.On the walk home we were leisurely, the only thingwaiting for us in our rentals was a ghost-note overTupperwared meals from a single-parent or maybea… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 22
POEM A DAY – January 21
On the Path of Whimsy and GraceFor M M hiked the path of whimsywell, her tongue didplosiving and fricativing and gliding(the statement was heartfelt and wildwoman)her mouth opened wide enough to fit a foot then someone called her weirdoanother tongue, but lashingM semi-deflated like a cornered-balloonforgotten in a dining roombut M, o M, spit out… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 21
VANESSA SHIELDS 