Spiritual Vertigo 3 am and i’m spinning blink see stars blink hear my blood moving squeeze eyes shut spinning spinning my brain drowning in a change tornado awake and spinning i am spiral updraft muscles manipulated tensing for ground but there is no ground i can’t feel my feet on the wood spinning spinning blood… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 7
Category: On Writing
POEM A DAY – April 6
Monday Couplets last night’s schnitzelis today’s chicken parm the dog toys arescattered on the floor like single sentencesthere are two boxes of three cadburycreme eggs in the cupboard and fourgiant smores cookies on the counterthe marshmallow sticks to the tinfoilmy pants are tight around my waistwhat waist? Ha! I’ll see a doctor soonabout my diseases… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 6
POEM A DAY – April 5
Clementines my son peels a clementinein one fell swoop, the orangepocked skin hanging likea torn remnant. I tell him I don’t really likeclementines. He says writea poem about how youdon’t really like clementinesthen he walks to the kitchenand puts the peel in thefood recycle bin andeats the tangy bulbous bits. My tastebuds lift, turn away,at… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 5
Interview with Alison Gadsby
I met Alison Gadsby many moons ago at the Toronto Junction Reads Prose reading series she's been curating and hosting for nearly two decades now. Alison is a bright light in a big city, passionately shining her light on prose writers, offering them a friendly stage in which to read and share and sell their… Continue reading Interview with Alison Gadsby
VANESSA SHIELDS 