sometimes we don’t see the end I mean, how could we?eyes filtered with shades of redmuscles jazz-handingskin zinging from touches that move dreams into concretefutures: marriage, house, babythe inevitability of hardshipslaughable because love because in love everythingis possible except the endand this is not a denial of deathbecause love cradles death a lullaby of knowing…… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 27
Category: On Writing
POEM A DAY – July 26
floatation device mimosa flowerdries, releases, pirouetteson the water top
POEM A DAY – July 25
maybe as adults we use the same wordswe maybe even feel the same feelingsabout our bodies, about the dis-easesthat challenge our guts and our joints we maybe even pray to the same marysand dance to the same madonna, it’spossible our mother wound is the sameshape… but I’m fairly certain it’s not the same size. I… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 25
VANESSA SHIELDS 