poem for this muggy evening my mind is a moundof un-mystery, of un-making. the singularityof voices crams intoa soft bend behindmy ears causing a humthat relieves my frayednerves into smooth stasis.I am quilted in quiet.
Author: Vanessa Shields
Writer. Mother. Lover.
POEM A DAY – AUGUST 9
Maps IV For N he sutures the rip in our map-tapestry with his tonguethe way his soft white beard emotes makes me swoonthis compass always points Us so when we veerindependentthe latitudes lead heart-forth& the starry sky flips, falls on our naked time has no place in this legendlove atlas-es, outlasts each body& yet, we… Continue reading POEM A DAY – AUGUST 9
POEM A DAY – AUGUST 8
Maps III MotherAlwaysPointed,Screaming
VANESSA SHIELDS 