Stir when I was in the pool, breaststroking in circles, i stirred up the algae, lifted the soft green tinge with my arms, my legs, made a clear centre that I saw only when I stopped stirring, got out, looked at the whole of the body… guilt lacks true rootsuses sunlight, oxygenmy heart, to grow
Category: On Writing
POEM A DAY – July 23 & We Got (Ford City) Lit!
Selkie haiku my skin, sealed to pagesmy heart bobbing in the seatwo storms colliding I pulled a Selkie card from the Folklore Oracle today...feeling the split of my writer self and my mother self. Oof. WE GOT LIT AT THE INAUGURAL FORD CITY LIT NIGHT - HEART TOUR STOP #2 COMPLETE! Thanks to the robust… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 23 & We Got (Ford City) Lit!
POEM A DAY – July 22 & OPEN MIC TONIGHT!
Picked our conversation moves from the odyssey to the wizard of oz to mary poppins & suddenly I can feel my ribs softening, spreading, embracing the Idea. it materialized between us (two witches word-ing) in the breath between mary poppins and p.l. travers & I felt a zing of newness, its crisp alignment settling around… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 22 & OPEN MIC TONIGHT!
VANESSA SHIELDS 